Tuwhare, cofounder of the Maori Artist and Writers Society, is well known in his native New Zealand. In this interesting, eclectic selection from eight of his books (plus some new poems), he writes exuberantly of his native land. His skills include a colloquial bend to his language, a bawdy sense of humor, and a deep feeling for people and nature "because the sun has fled/uncupping the stone nipples/of the land." He writes in many poetic forms, from haiku to chants to elegies, and has obviously studied the masters; one senses in his poetry the clever humor of e.e. cummings, Williams's praise of dailiness, the iambic pentameter of the Bible, and, in some poems, the concision of Japanese poetry. In one poem, Tuwhare asks, "Where have all the/Maori gone, for Chrissake?" We are grateful that the poetry of at least one of them has finally crossed the Pacific to our shores. Recommended for large and international poetry collections.-Doris Lynch, Monroe Cty. P.L., Bloomington, Ind.