I've loved this book for more than 20 years. Wagoner makes the myths and sensibilities of the native people of the Pacific Northwest come alive in simple powerful language.
The poems stick in my head. I remember his ``Songs for the Bones of Salmon'' every time I put a bite of salmon into my mouth. ``Lost'' resonates for me whenever I step out into the forest and see the nurse logs of fallen cedar trees, and the salal and ferny undergrowth.
And his ``Burial Poem'' has become the mandatory reading at all our family funerals. It is elegant, spare, and presents an attitude toward death that I find consistent with my family's ecological and theological values.
I do admire Wagoner's later work, but this is the book above all others that I esteem.