“[McCombs] lucidly mines Kentucky’s cave country. . . . Throughout, Mammoth’s fantastical underworld—a place of ‘eyeless fish,’ dripstone nodules that ‘live and grow, and when struck, produce/melodious tones, liquid and wavering,’ boat rides on subterranean rivers reminiscent of ‘Styx, Lethe’—is calmly revealed through McCombs’s translucent, musical language. . . . The rough geology of the landscape . . . and the discovery of its shape . . . become urgent images that strikingly illuminate darkened interior spaces.”—Megan Harlan, New York Times Book ReviewSelected as a finalist for the 2000 National Book Critics Circle Award in the Poetry category