"Even the smallest of these poems is a noisy engine of the kind that might have powered an ocean liner from the shores of New England to Henry James's Europe and back again. You feel the heat of the boiler in every one, hear the hiss of the steam. And what rich cargo! As compassionate as she is wise, Lesley Jenike traffics in the secrets of the human heart, the most priceless merchandise of all."—David Kirby