“These are the poems of the perplexed. More specifically, they are the poems of the perplexed but good-humored, the perplexed but well-disposed—an all but forgotten species of intellectual whose lineage includes Chesterton, Orwell, and Lippmann. They are, moreover, poems that treat domestic life—life in common—with due respect, and with intermittent awe. John Estes has employed a remarkable range of learning, and remarkable skill in shaping these lines, and pressing them into service.”
–Scott Cairns
