She dreamed, famously, of a common language, and that is what she has left us with: language that made what was true, truer; what was small, bigger; what was silent, heard; what was fleeting, eternal.[Richs poems] shine with defiance, fierce commitment, introspectionand self-reproach, hunger for clarity and sour plum jam, majesticcoastlines and domestic detail. Here is a poet who knew her own contradictions,determined to depict them accurately, and equally determined that shewould not write for herself alone.The final volume of poems by Americas most powerful and distinctive poetic voice.