The poems in Morgan Lucas Schuldts debut collection, Verge, speak at once both brokenly and reparably of the body, of its lusts and devotions, its violences and satisflictions. Schuldts lyrics exploit the phonetic suppleness of the English language in a way that teases out (mischievously so, earnestly so) an ecstatic, carnal, tender kind of poetics that pays homagein both name and spiritto poets like Hopkins, Celan, Crane and Berryman, as well as ekphrastically to painters Francis Bacon, Joan Miro, and Hironymous Bosch.