Past Imperfect

Recalling Hopkins or Dickinson in their urgency, these poems seduce the reader into experiencing life's darkest moments while revealing unexpected shafts of light. In a voice that is at once confident, elegant, and doubtful, the author scans the world as if through the wrong end of a telescope, employing recurrent images and exploring obsessions to produce a remarkably exact account of remote, intimate dealings. "I will have to explain myself to myself," she writes, but in doing so communicates a great deal about all of us.