In his seventh book of verse, Reginald Gibbons ponders human consciousness and memory, the blessedness of human love, and the force and fury of human destructiveness. By turns intimate, imaginatively historical, and deeply engaged in the paradoxes of language itself, IT'S TIME belongs to that genealogy of poetry that registers ideas as much as it does feelings. From free verse to subtle regularities of metrical or syllabic verse, from discursive arguments to surreal images, Gibbons's technical range is startling. The poems he collects in IT'S TIME are profoundly thought through, immensely moving, and entirely indispensable.