There are some thrilling poems throughout this collection, poems of radiance and real and mature feeling, most often made of ordinary language that belies their complexity of thought and feeling.
Two poems I absolutely loved are: "Glistening", and "The Singers Change, The Music Goes On." These are poems that I can read again and again, and always feel new with. The latter's metaphysics has a wonderful late Milosz-like strangeness. The former is just a dazzling poem about being alive in and for the body.
However, there are also just a too few many poems that strike my eye and ear, like the title itself of one of Gregg's poems, as "ordinary song" - in that the language is not quite figurative enough in order to make the meaning that Gregg is striving after, so that what is lacking (for me) is the "condition of newness" that Harold Bloom speaks to in this passage from his essay, "The Art of Reading Poetry":
"Figurations ... create meaning, which could not exist without them, and this making of meaning is largest in authentic poetry, where an excess or overflow emanates from figurative language, and brings about a condition of newness."
My only real problem with the collection is that in both form and content the poems that fall into that category of "ordinariness" all start to look and feel and sound too much the same. To be sure, the majority of Linda Gregg's poems do not offer much variation in form, from her trademark one-stanza, free-verse iambic pentameter poems that pay partiular attention to enjambment/line breaks, which are almost always energetic. The pleasure in reading such poems for me is not so much in the artistry of the work, but rather in originality of the poet's vision.
This is a book well worth reading and owning - Linda Gregg's perceptions can alter and augment consciousness.