In this book poems about motherhood and domesticity mingle with poems about love and nature, most of them formal, all of them crystalline and full of an odd, bumpy vernacular sense of voice. Whimsical and urgent in turn, the style is the subject in Granite Dives, and indeed one hears echoes of Stevens, but also A. R. Ammons, whose nuanced syntactical tightrope-walking Rabb has somehow managed to appropriate without imitating. And, like Ammons, Rabb has an ability to cast a cold and objective eye at the natural world, letting the particulars rise through language that lightens the spirit, amazingly, with its breathless and (seemingly) effortless ability to capture in words the sense of the human spirit in flight.