I’ve admired Richard Leigh’s poetry for many years: for its honesty, integrity, intelligence and skill. Skill? It’s a “no frills” poetry, for none are needed. Yes, but it’s still a matter of skill, even if the skill effaces itself, disappears into the poetry. I could also say this: it might be seen as bread and water poetry; the best bread, straight from the oven, and excellent water, straight from a cool, clear mountain stream. Add to this his virtues as a translator (and he’s also a musician, and has been an editor of note, of the journals Musics and Eonta). What more
could one say, or need to?
     David Miller