Washington Street Press, 1973.
Her first book, published a decade before "The Kingfisher" brought her immediate acclaim. (Was she the last poet to arrive on the scene with a bang that even non-poets noticed?) This booklet was issued by a small Greenwich Village house that published little else of note and didn't stick around long. Copies are nearly always signed, which is another indication of a very small press.
Six copies are currently online, ranging up to $1,000. Good luck selling them: Clampitt's star has fallen sharply since her death in 1994, and all her books of poetry are out of print. Her letters got good reviews a few years ago but did not bring her back. Weird, because her anti-war fervor could have been useful. "Multitudes, Multitudes" ends with an apocalyptic From "A.D. 1973":
The gong has struck. The celebration ends. There is
no language now, only the shudder, there
at the world's edge, beyond the wrecked frontier
where gulls gorged on our carrion fly up
to disorder, with half-human cries.
This copy is signed and in fine condition. It was reasonably priced at $150, and I remember it was displayed on Allan's glass case, but she was an East Coast figure who didn't sell on the West Coast. I should sell it -- I have my own copy somewhere, which I paid real money for. Still, I can't quite let this go. Maybe in a few years. Maybe I will read it first.