I have finished the first quarter of this meticulous book of poetry, and I am barely grasping what he is getting at because of the archaic and complex voice he uses. It seems he is making an argument for supernatural being, and for the soul, from the premise of the reality of beauty - either that or describing how the human soul has naturally evolved. I really can't tell. The last section of the first book ends with an exclamation about Jesus Christ, but I can't feel whether it is derisive or humble.
Anybody else out there read this work?