Saskia Hamilton is not a quiet poet, just an extremely subtle and fierce one. There is a quality of spiritual stubbornness and astonishing resilience that courses through even her briefest utterances
For [Hamilton], history is made of tiny, intimate moments, and the poems remember the pleasures of museum visits, summer afternoons, conversations with friends... I loved this precise, brave book, and wanted it to keep going
Hamilton's poems are delicate only in the way a suspension bridge is: neither is marked by unnecessary ornament or fragility, and it would be a mistake to regard either as anything other than rigorously tough
Full of delicate and muscular truths and graced with rare intelligence, this posthumous volume offers the gifts of a uniquely sensitive mind
Full of delicate and muscular truths and graced with rare intelligence, this posthumous volume offers the gifts of a uniquely sensitive mind.
Hamilton writes short, smart, sometimes enigmatic poems that seem carved out of driftwood, or old bones
'This posthumously published fifth collection faces both the existential problem of our shared mortality and the poet's own rapidly approaching death with directness and steely grace... A writer of profound literary and emotional intelligence'
Hamilton's poems are as passionate in their austerity, and as austere in their passion, as Hopper or Hardy
'All Souls is a devastating reminder of one's own mortality, written by a writer who has gone too soon'