Critique of poetry of Canadian Rienzi Crusz (born in Sri Lanka)

Crusz's preoccupation with poetics recurs in numerous poems. Of particular relevance in the present context is his own recognition that poetry revolves around metaphors. He says in the title poem of The Rain Doesn't Know Me Anymore
(which I read in typescript) : "I, who for so long / shaped the forgotten meta- phor," know "a horizon that would never stand still." The visionaries whom he celebrates in "Truth," are also poets "the madcaps . . . who dared / to crawl up the volcano's rib / and balance on a rim of flame." In "Pardon My Muted Ways," when the woman asks,
Why a Christ
on every hair of your head, metaphorsdelicateaswind ... from some prophecy of pain?
the persona replies,
. . . once long ago
a haunting face
drained the Sun-Man to pale bone till night collapsed his eyes
and love slept off its wounds.
His early poetry is suffused with the pain inflicted by that haunting face. Auto- biographical details are never far from Crusz's poetry…