<p class="ql-align-justify">Tom Docherty's first collection,&nbsp;<em>If the Mute Timber</em>, begins 'not with a book / nor even an attentive ear', but with the elusive fragment of its title. The poems situate themselves&nbsp;<em>in medias res</em>: among birds or gravestones, between lines of prayer, in the flux of appearances. Places without words become focal points: the poems seek articulation in life before birth and after death; in animal and imagined lives; in works of music, painting, and architecture; and in the varied silences of human and divine relationships. In one sense, the poems are variations on the&nbsp;<em>vanitas</em>-but the transience of life and its artefacts is transposed to an offering, a potential key in which to register the work. When followed to their natural end, fragments become sentences, notes are sung.</p><p class="ql-align-justify"><br></p><p class="ql-align-justify"><em>If the Mute Timber</em>&nbsp;finds a range of forms-syllabics, near-sonnets, metrically shifting rhyme-patterns-that aim to bring particular sense to the 'sencelesse' (as the epigraph from Sidney has it). And not only sense but also sensuousness. The poems seem often to come so close to something as to touch it (or taste it or see it). But what? The sound 'in another place', the 'perfect ending / at which one never arrives'. In their balancing act, looking both back and ahead, these poems cannot end where they have begun; their phrasing brings about change, as to fragments on which new light is cast: 'yes, it is saying /&nbsp;<em>then, then, then&nbsp;</em>...'.</p><p><br></p>