NOW AVAILABLE! W.H. Auden said about poetry: “there is only one thing / that all poetry must do; it must praise all it can for being / and for happening.” For forty years, Robert Cording’s poems have sought to praise a world that need not be, but is.

In the Unwalled City takes its title from Epicurus, who wrote: “Against other things it is possible to obtain security, but when it comes to death, we human beings all live in an unwalled city.”

Forty years as a poet has kept Robert Cording looking at the details of everyday experience, at what Richard Wilbur called the “hunks and colors of the world.” That long labor has brought him face-to-face with the inescapable (and inscrutable) complexity of a world that is full of suffering and injustice. And grace.