Nan Hunt’s poems are at home everywhere: in dreams, in wilderness, in Asia, in love, in trouble. Seen up close, they are a celebration of mature womanhood: seen with perspective, they are a celebration of humanity. In a volume full of joy, Ms. Hunt keeps us wondering “what luminous thing; she must learn to shap/out of pain.” Her craft and art fusing fact and imagination securely, she offers us this solid accomplishment: it is worth living a lie to have written such a book.
-Philip Applement, distinguished Professor Emeritus of English, Indiana University
Nan Hunt’s poems are at home everywhere: in dreams, in wilderness, in Asia, in love, in trouble. Seen up close, they are a celebration of mature womanhood: seen with perspective, they are a celebration of humanity. In a volume full of joy, Ms. Hunt keeps us wondering “what luminous thing; she must learn to shap/out of pain.” Her craft and art fusing fact and imagination securely, she offers us this solid accomplishment: it is worth living a lie to have written such a book.
-Philip Applement, distinguished Professor Emeritus of English, Indiana University
