A review on the backcover of this collection characterizes the poems as "distilled, heightened versions of his stories." I really like this description. These poems are essentially short stories with line breaks, and a few even verge on free verse. Most of them seem to be autobiographical, presenting Carver a few years before his death as a happier, more settled, and thoughtful individual. I give it four stars because while I think a few poems are rather mediocre, there are many that I truly love.
"Happiness" is my favorite poem in the collection. The line breaks in "They are so happy / they aren't saying anything, these boys. / I think if they could, they would take / each other's arm" are brilliant and poignant.
One of my favorite passages comes from "The Caucasus: A Romance." I view this collection as Carver's attempt to record the things he sees or remembers, without necessarily being overly interested in dissecting them. These lines convey a similar sentiment: "The scenery is lovely, / you can be sure, and this but a rough record / of the actual and the passing."