'Adams puts ... pregnant ewes, snow drifts, rowan trees in bloom and ancient names for wildflowers ... into the most unexpected poetic shapes: terza rima, Sapphics, villanelles, Horatian stanzas, etc. Instead of seeming ill-matched, her material and her forms nourish each other, and the reader encounters a perhaps over-familiar North Country world in a fresh livery.'Peter Porter, Observer