In Blue Mountain Dusk is one of those rarest of books of poetry, containing poems that ought to have been written, rather than poems that merely could have. McNulty is a careful poet, and the pieces in this book are the hard, clean nuggets left in the gold pan after washing and washing over and over. The love poems alone are worth the read, tender, and subtly erotic. As an observer of the natural world, this poet rates right up there with the best of the Chinese poets, or Robinson Jeffers in our own country. This is an honest poet, and these are honest poems.
