"With Turkish Pears in August, Robert Bly—always generous, pioneering, provocative, revolutionary—has given us yet another gift: a new form to explore. He has named it the ramage. Each poem has repeated sounds at its center, rather than images or the weight of structure. . . . The approach helps bring poetry back to its old brotherhood with music. It's also an audible/subtle way of confirming the presence of what is half-visible, awareness living at the nether edges of things—unconscious, subliminal, intuitive, oblique—which is where poems have always lived."—Frank Steele
"Bly's ramages are mystical psalms in the best sense. Without being epigrammatic or dogmatic, they sing in praise and grief, with a pagan's sensual curiosity, a spiritual student's awe, and a poet's intuition for measure."—Cindra Halm, Rain Taxi
