“Rain is a truly important book, not only in the development of this must-read poet, but because it engages with the rough and tumble of life in a way we recognise as true. Read it now, before it becomes famous.” —Fiona Sampson, The Independent
“The master of shadowplay demonstrates again that he remains clear-eyed about the representations he so artfully contrives.” —Adam Newey, The Guardian
“Don Paterson's poetry collection Rain contains some great–and I do mean great–poems. He comes very close to Yeats at moments; Yeats without the hocus-pocus. First time through, I reread ‘The Day’ three times, just to confirm it was as astounding as I suspected.” —Toby Litt, The New Statesman (Best Books of the Year)
“Paterson is simply one of the best living poets in the UK.” —The Observer (England)
“The musical drive of the poems gives them an immense advantage in power; elements become lodged in the ear and hence in the memory.
Dealing as this book does, in its diverse meditations, with loss, guilt, anger, helplessness, and many of the other insalubrious emotions that are the lot of human beings, it seems only just that the final poem (and the title poem at that) should be a gesture aimed at washing away the aches of the past, much as Jehovah was said to have washed the sinful world clean with the flood. Rain, in this poem, is the atmospheric rain of a noir film. Such a film, Paterson says, can do no wrong, regardless of its possible errors of plot or scene or casting. Forget the spillages of our past: the ink, the milk, the blood. We are cleansed, but we are also ‘the fallen rain’s own sons and daughters / and none of this, none of this matters.’ It is a sort of secular absolution, making the corrosive world briefly bearable, perhaps.
This is a poignant and remarkable book, worth a reader’s thoughtful attention. A number of the poems included in it are, I feel sure, destined to last.” —Jan Schreiber, Contemporary Poetry Review