The poems in Pamela Cranston's The House of Metaphor are an intoxicating blend of spirit, edginess, gravity, play, and paradox, gifts we are given from a mind having what Einstein called "a holy curiosity." With subjects ranging from singing potatoes to angels and assassins, slave and master to moving recollections of her own childhood and her experience as a priest ministering to hospice patients, the book pulsates nonstop with the poet's vigor and variety, powered through her boundless imagination and lyrical intensity. Everywhere are surprises, and Cranston's choice words and marvelous metaphors seem to have been joyfully plucked from the heavens.
