The Cradle Place is acollection from Thomas Lux, a self-described recovering surrealist and winner of the Kingsley Tufts Award. These fifty-two poems bring to full life the refreshing iconoclasms Rita Dove so admired in Luxs earlier work. His voice is plainspoken but moody, humorous and edgy, and ever surprising. These are philosophical poems that ask questions about language and intention, about the sometimes untidy connections between the human and natural worlds. In the poem Terminal Lake, Lux undermines notions of benign nature, finding dark currents beneath the surface: its a huge black coin, / its as if the real lake is drained / and this lake is the drain: gaping, language- / less, suck- and sinkhole. In the ominous Render, Render, the narrator asks us to consider a concentration of the essences of our lives: all that is physical, spiritual, remembered, and dreamed for, melded together to make the messy self we present to the world. Luxs voice is intelligent without being bookish, urgent and unrelentingly evocative. He has long been a strong advocate for the relevance of poetry in American culture. The Los Angeles Times praises Lux for his compelling rhythms, his biting irony, and his steady devotion to a craft that often seems thankless. As Sven Birkerts noted, Lux may be one of the poets on whom the future of the genre depends.