Star Dust shows that the forms of his originality continue to deepen and change as he constantly renews his contract with the idea of truth.
Star Dust conveys us into the art and hell of creative imagination, for the artist’s task, Frank Bidart tells us, is to fashion “out of the corruptible/body a new body good to eat a thousand years.” Art and hell are both subject and method. The poems are fearlessly elegant and dark – violence, longing, woe, will, and sweetness their province. They tell us our secrets, and they could not be more brilliantly made.