"May Sarton conducts us on a small, sophisticated, elegantly sentimental journey through a New Hampshire village summer. Our companions are an aging poet, who is sad because he can no longer write . . . and a young, mischievous female donkey who . . . has a touch of arthritis. . . . There is a moral, of course . . . and . . . the story include(s) two cats and as many human beings as are necessary".--THE NEW YORKER.
"A small, sophisticated, elegantly sentimental journey through a New Hampshire village summer. Our companions are an aging poet, who is sad because he can no longer write he has lost the joy he used to have in simply being alive and a young, mischievous female donkey, who is sad because she can't run and play she has a touch of arthritis. . . . There is a moral, of course, but any moral looks dull next to the simple happiness of the old poet and his long-eared muse." The New Yorker"