The poems [in The Knotting Sequence] are made up of short lines, reminiscent of haiku …, but the spirit is distinctly Western. A spare diction expresses the mythic consciousness of present-day poets on both sides of the Atlantic, the attempt to find in landscape and daily activities signs of communion with a past still alive and determinate of the present. It would perhaps be more accurate to say that poetry creates the past and brings to life the roots in the ground. The "Guide to the Metaphysical Anatomy of Cnot, son of Kings, Lord and Worshipper" speaks of "winter elms'/shadows cast/by a/full November/moon/the lines/of Cnot's/palms upon/the roadway … no smell/or touch//these few/I'll lend/to you,//forefather Cnot." Such powers as the founder of the village can have are given him by those who see and feel the place as...