William Pitt Root's White Boots: New and Selected Poems of West [are] poems of tender awe and Rilkean praise erasing completely the divisions between man and beast, poems that invite the reader upon their back and carry him across buttes and vistas, arroyos and sheer cliff shimmy holes, poems whose music is wound so tight that the stitches and sinews disappear and all that remains is the pure imagination made manifest and majestic, the reader alone on the plain riding their shine. —Keith Flynn, Asheville Poetry Review