Marvels of concision and, Kenneth Frost’s typically short-lined, tight poems compact images the way carbon compacts to diamond. Filled with sensuous surprise combined with sharp-mindedness from the mind depths of a very individual mind, they display an imaginative intensity and aesthetic risk in a language that is sonorous, precise and keenly intelligent —often brilliant and surprising in its sweep of vision. This is poetry packed to the bursting point, clustered with fine insights in shining lines.
-Ted Bookey
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