John Wain’s analogy for her poems:“ you hold them out/ As modestly as tea- things on a tray” could not be more opt for the work presented in Recoveries, or for that matter, for her usual demeanor as a writer. “ I see you never doubt/Even in those lost days, denying stark,/ What is the work that you must be about …” The quiet pursuit continues (Wain 199).
The two collections Recoveries and The Mind has Mountains can be grouped as Art and the experience of human suffering. After eight poems “Sequence in Hospital,” which opens this fifth volume, she has written herself back to order and proceeds to her habitual ordering of experience. Yet this book remains full of fear and loss: a return to childhood’s troubled memories and her loss of innocence and security. A number of subjects are similar to ones used previously and more