Poetry. I love the poems’ clarity of vision, this genuflecting before a life-affirming experience, part of the webwork of a world, so much in its purity, like that of the very dawn of Creation. The poems vary, both in length and in prosody, yet always with Peter’s dual vision and sensibility: ‘The man on Big Sur (observing) with the yes of maturity, but (feeling) with the open heart of the boy on Kilvey’–Vince Clemente.