As it was with Heaney, Whiting’s truths are to be found in the rendering of physical detail with pin-point fidelity: “the pure light drained.” Her habitat is the lyric,both exploded and formal; she turns it into the perfect vessel for her compressed narratives. A strange prescience permeates these poems, which cannot be named. It is a stunning debut.’
Tim Liardet, Professor of Poetry, Bath Spa University
Dr. Jenny Lewis, The Poet’s House, Oxford
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