Quality poems for sure, although the book is super long and I didn‘t love all of them exactly.
Her work vacillates from being pretty good to unreal good…sometimes it does elevate!
I‘m glad I finally got familiar with this famous American writer.
The silken water is weaving and weaving,
disappearing under the mist equally in all directions,
lifted and penetrated now and then
by one shag‘s dripping serpent-neck,
and somewhere the mist incorporates the pulse,
rapid but unurgent, of a motorboat.