Library Journal - Library JournalSpires's poems are made from a familiar recipe: focus on an object (exotic bird, pendant), locale (London street, Key West), or landscape (misty pond, littered junkyard); describe it; toss in a simile (``calls for help/ are battered back and forth like tennis balls'') or three; top with intimations of a vaguely realized emotion or even vaguer aspect of the human condition. The result is a collection of set pieces that too easily dissipates to standard evocations of stars, moon, eternity, the future. While the poet's powers of literal description are often well displayed, her extended figures can get out of hand and her strainings toward hushed profundity sometimes seem contrived (``the stunned tedium of the moment''). In sum, a competent book consistent with the current poetic style. Fred Muratori, Cornell Univ. Lib.
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