Much talk about this book, and the poem Dragon. Surreal in mentation, great grasp of moving from one image into another, some great end lines. Only half way through at the moment and I was reading it in the dead of the night so maybe all that talk of "mists", "wolves" and "dawn" was just a bit much. My initial response is that below the lovely surface, there isn't much depth here. I don't sense any world-view, any real insights into "the way we are", but then, maybe thats just not the kind of poet she is. I will return.