Poetry. This collection of poetry features the poem "At Port Royal", which opens with the lines, "Should the heel of a shoe cry out/ When separated from the body?/ Dancing, you must think/ Where to put your feet. Girdle, beard, burnt hair./ Prophets think in figures,/ Sins of taking things literally/ When the two of everything are invisible". In Edgar's poetry, "art, artifacts, things, and people partake of each other's humanity and objecthood. Everything is sympathetically alive, part of an encompassing order. Edgar's poems are unlike any. deep, beautiful, and laugh-out-loud funny" - John Ashbery.