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What stays a marvel in this impeccable poet's writing is her determination to bridge between the physically given world and that other we gloss with words, yet apprehend insistently as the defining presence of our lives themselves. She is in that way also a translator, reading what otherwise our "realities" would mistake. I feel a securing confidence in her poems—as though she had given me her hand and now I can follow, safe in her own attention.
—Robert Creeley
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