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As painterly and precise as the great haiku masters, but with an American idiom all his own, Paul Bone gives us nightcrawlers and turkey vultures, chicken coops and train trestles — all vividly real and in language that illuminates. Bone displays an understated skull which is as at home in a longer meditative lyric as in the tight tumblings of a villanelle. These are momentary visions to last a lifetime.
— Beth Ann Fennelly
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