In one brief review, Michael Robbins manages to smear his subject Robert Hass as well as Mary Oliver, Billy Collins, Sharon Olds, and Galway Kinnell. This from a reviewer without a book to his name. Anyone can pick through a selected poems and find weak lines. Robbins largely ignores the many fine poems that Hass has produced over a lifetime of patient and careful attention to craft, some of which this reader—and I am sure that I am not alone here—has lovingly memorized and recited upon many occasions. Hass deserved better.