White, in his debut, reintroduces the Romantic sensibility, as well as extra-quiet meditation, into an American poetic era sorely lacking these qualities. “I am often close. // I am often a boy / absent the island.”
“The GODDESS OF THE HUNT IS NOT HERSELF is a thrilling love-and-guts battle between the so-called natural world and the belligerent fact of Sam White’s imagination. The outcome is these beautiful troubling poems, and if they sometimes leave the world, they leave it a more terrifying and habitable place. A kiss may win out in the end, but language will never be safe again” – Peter Richards.