There
is a natural ecstatic in Steven Nightingale, whom one might situate on a
scale somewhere between Emerson and Rumi. And there is also a
craftsman—with a jeweler’s or watchmaker’s meticulousness—who wants to
make the sonnet mimic his wonder at the architecture of things. They are
both very present in these sonnets, and they make a labor out of praise
and a praise out of labor.
—Robert Hass
Former U.S. Poet Laureate