Mona Van Duyn
Herein one may find the warmth of domestic subjects and the wit of the metaphysicals.... Wyatt Prunty is clearly a poet for all seasons.
Richard Wilbur
The Lover's Guide to Trapping includes a wonderful poem entitled, 'Incident in the Sublime' that distinguishes a human need from mere magnitude. And there is 'Fields,' which begins, 'Furrowed as the heaviest brow yet plain / As our forgetfulness,' or 'Addio del passato,' which beautifully begins, 'The final chord will not end without / Memories of dissonance.' This book brings us once again the poems of a considering mind, which eloquently contemplates both the momentous and the everyday, memorably distinguishing between such things as choice and will, history and myth. A fine new collection.
Donald Justice
Wyatt Prunty’s poems give a true sense and picture of American life of the last several decades, especially of life in the South. They are, you might say, exaltations of the ordinary, if we may understand the ordinary as, after all, one of the great and enduring subjects.
Mark Strand
Some poets write in a plain style and do it well. Wyatt Prunty does it even better—with wit, with narrative grace, and with modesty. His poems are wise and compassionate. He is a superb poet.
Tim O'Brien
Here is the music of our earth and its creatures—the field, the wren, the farm, the kit, the fawn, the insomniac, the soldier in his coffin, the trapper and the trapped. Individually, each of these poems finds its own ideal shape, its own ideal melody. But what gives this book its final, aching beauty is the closely mortised fit of the poems, one to all others, and the profoundly sane, faithfully tender voice of Wyatt Prunty. The concluding stanza of 'Time's Train' will endure in me forever: 'More fold than tear, so no one going anywhere,/Only seeming to. Rails parallel: time's train./ On the porch his wife sings, brushing her hair./ And everything he's thought he thinks again.'
What an incredibly beautiful piece of work.
