The Search Party by William Matthews   If the idea of the poetic turn can be conceived of as a sudden bend in the road of the poem that takes you in a new direction, the poem “The Search Party” by William Matthews resembles one of those curvy country roads one finds oneself on in the summer at dusk. Not only is the road twisty: it seems that, at any moment while driving along it, something may burst out of the darkening woods. But “The Search Party” is very different from that famous poem of deer and roads, William Stafford’s “Traveling Through the Dark.” “The Search Party” feels scarier to me, and more dangerous. While Stafford does us the favor of thinking “hard for…