Hamill's poetry is jarringly beautiful. His language has tsunami force and his insights streak like the Leonids in August. My favorite line is this, from "Letter to Hedin," "We who have everything have less." The truth in that paradox reverberated with me.
Published by Hamill's own House, Copper Canyon Press, the book itself is wonderful to hold. I got my copy from the Library but I wished I owned it (only 1,500 copies made).
I also enjoyed reading these poems because I know the places that he writes about and I marvel at how his eyes see the same sights.