"Undeviatingly splendid. Clampitt's excellence has become a kind of standard by which the work of most contemporaries can be measured and, alas, found wanting."---Anthony Hecht<BR><BR>"Amy Clampitt has the sensibility of a painter and the mind of a contemplative. A Keatsian luxury of detail is combined with worldly insight in the flexible texture of her lines ... An assured and distinguished voice resembling no other has been added to the sum of American poetry."---Helen Vendler<BR><BR>"Clampitt obviously loves not only Hopkins, but also Keats, Yeats, and Stevens. Like them she has a brilliant aural imagination (one can hear `the bell buoy hunkering knee-deep in foam') and a quick eye for small, luminous details . . . Her world is wonderfully rich and her gorgeous book will enrich, in turn, any-one who opens it."---Joel Conarroe, The Washington Post Book World<BR><BR>"After one of the most extraordinary late starts in our literature . . . Amy Clampitt has become one of our poetry's necessary imaginations."---William Logan, Chicago Tribune<BR><BR>"Her voice is so distinctive, such a feature of the current scene, that we could probably recognize an unsigned poem of hers if we encountered it on the moon."---Phoebe Pettingell, The Yale Review<BR><BR>"How to describe the delights of these poems? If Gerard Hopkins and Marianne Moore, those two uniquenesses, had married each other, they might have borne Amy Clampitt, who brings to one in truly marvelous abundance, through metaphor, adjective, and narrative, the burnished details of the world."---Mona Van Duyn<BR><BR>"Amy Clampitt steps at once into the company of the major twentieth-century American poets. She is quite at home among them: with Lowell, Ransom, Warren, Plath, Bishop, Stevens."---Frederick Turner, Poetry