Like a voyage to the Portuguese islands of the title, the poems in Azores arrive at their striking and hard-won destinations over the often-treacherous waters of experience—a man
mourns the fact that he cannot not mourn, a father warns his daughter about harsh contingency, an unnamed visitor violently disrupts a quiet domestic scene. Yezzi does not shy away from frank
assessments of desire and human failing, the persistent difficulties of which are relieved periodically by a cautious optimism and even joy.