In Special Orders, the renowned poet Edward Hirsch brings us a new series of tightly crafted poems, work that demonstrates a thrilling expansion of his tone and subject matter. It is with a mixture of grief and joy that Hirsch examines what he calls yes'>#8220;the minor triumphs, the major failuresyes'>#8221; of his life so far, in lines that reveal a startling frankness in the man composing them, a fearlessness in confronting his own internal divisions: yes'>#8220;I lived between my heart and my head, / like a married couple who canyes'>#8217;t get along,yes'>#8221; he writes in yes'>#8220;Selfportrait.yes'>#8221; These poems constitute a profound, sometimes painful selfexamination, by the end of which the poet marvels at the sense of expectancy and transformation he feels. His fifteenyearold son walking on Broadway is a fledgling about to sail out over the treetops; he has a new love, passionately described in yes'>#8220;I Wish I Could Paint Youyes'>#8221;; he is ready to live, he tells us, yes'>#8220;solitary, bittersweet, and utterly free.yes'>#8221; More personal than any of his previous collections, Special Orders is Edward Hirschyes'>#8217;s most significant book to date. The highway signs pointed to our happiness; The greasy spoons and gleaming truck stops were the stations of our pilgrimage. Wasnyes'>#8217;t that us staggering past the riverboats, eating homemade fudge at the county fair and devouring each otheryes'>#827;s body? They come back to me now, delicious love, the times my sad heart knew a little sweetness. From yes'>#8220;The Sweetnessyes'>#8221; From the Hardcover edition.