Here, in his fifth book, Richard Meier transmutes years of daily practices of attention--be it to a line spoken by Lear's Fool, a train to Kingston, or "red inside green stem below eight white petals in a spiral with space between them attached to the yellow center"--into mesmerizing trajectories through an always unfolding present. In the collapse of the border between writing and the body, A Duration, "play[s] both hearts with a heartbeat and kinship of place, time, mundanity in the continuous onrushing imagined joy."