Poetry. I follow you, hiking,/ out through the bluestem,// wading in waves of wind/ a sheen of light/ breaking on water. These beautiful poems are also dark with the menace of love. The individual pieces sparkle with wit and music: they register the pleasures of mountains and snow and pine sap. They detail the ordinary world with care and precision, and its extraordinary pain with power and courage. But always the deeper theme is that of the dangers of love, memory, attachment. Things for which the world has no cure. And for which this book, to its infinite lyric credit, does not try to find one -- Eaven Boland.