Proof of Passage

''Peter Stillman's poems love everything: his wife, the land, the animals and birds, old barns, whatever grows, and whatever and whoever has died. His touch is tender and makes everything he touches, in Joseph Campbell's words, transparent to transcendence. They are also incredibly sensual. Smells of hay, wild flowers, winter nights, and, yes, even dung suffuse them. I could compare him with the other poets of the rural life Frost, Berry, Oliver but that might suggest his poems are derivative in some way. They are not. His voice is clear, strong, and unique. These are poems to keep by your bedside to read, read, and reread.'' --William Greenway