James Dickey, in reviewing Peter Davison''s last book, Praying Wrong: New and Selected Poems, 1957-1984, said, '' Davison will not let things break him. His voice is his; he has earned it and can use it, and as a result is surely one of our better poets.'' That sense of this poet''s singularity is one of the great strengths of this new book; these deeply felt poems are uniquely his. From the almost unbearably moving ''Equinox 1980, '' which opens the book, to the delightful ''Peaches, '' The Great Ledge confirms the remark of Vernon Young that Davison is ''one of the few poets of the first order writing in English today.''
