Daniel had what Robert Frost called a lover's quarrel with the world, as well as with his country and his Comeback City, Cleveland. . . .We hear the snap, crackle and pop of his wit playing against the weight of the world. . . .Some of his most memorable poems come out of the quarrel with himself, that dark honey, tinged with the metallic taste of loss, the old wars of the heart. . . .Daniel Thompson was a man who, as Whitman said of himself, was 'not contained between his hat and his boots'.... Daniel's last gift to us, his life's work, what he gathered in his sixty-nine years, over three hundred pages of poems, is this book, this big jug of honey, which you have in your hands. Taste and see. From the "Foreword" by Maj Ragain