Suffused with light and air, the poems have the clarity of great photography, the feel of wind in the hair, the hushed compassion for everything and everyone seen and heard. There is a rich exuberance underlying all impressions, but not exploited at the expense of deep feelings. There is a subtle basic bass line supporting the sparkling right hand figures of Lee's style--an unerring ear matched to an intensity of vision, and both in the service of heart, mind and soul. More and more, I'm impressed by Lee's wish to communicate in artistic language without compromise--by his steely discipline...

Say this of me, reader, after the voice-vanish of this life. I felt the joy of foolishness and in the muddy shoes of morning saw love.--John B. Lee. 105 pp.