I have been trying to identify what it is about Rhina's poems that makes me feel that not only my aesthetic experience but also my life has been enlarged after reading poems of hers. I think her insights are not just human but humane. Something that I had seen without noticing suddenly falls into place, and I both recognize it and understand it. Or the experience is unlike anything I have had, but once she has described it, it is as if it had happened to me. The poems resonate with the mixed feelings that feel so much truer than the unmixed ones that one encounters more often in literature than in life. Her understanding feels hard-won and not static.
Susan
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