I had never read any of her poems until recently. There are certain similarities between her and her contemporary, though he lived much longer, Edwin Morgan in that each poem seems to invent a new form, the expensiveness of their subjects, and an eye on how the poem looks on the page (which, as a side note, her Collected as published by the Library of America should have printed no more than one poem per page). I connect with Morgan’s work more but there are delights in hers throughout, like this last part of “Summer’s Bounty”:
melons of Water........glories of Morning
melons of Musk..........rooms of Mush
cherries of Pie............days of Dog
cherries of Choke.......puppies of Hush
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