Reading the late Tyrone Williams’s last book, befittingly released by his alma mater, is to be caught up in a bittersweet moment which pulses both with loss and pleasure at rediscovering this poet’s immense power to summon the sounds of his culture. We do well to stow away umbrellas, rain boots, thunder coats and instead let the lyric make direct contact at the throat, ribcage and imprint its music as it rises, spills and slides between word and thing. It pours! It writes! “splashing pools of awww…”