I wasn't sure how to rate this book of poetry. It's between a 3 and a 4. There are lots of good lines, but not that many that cohere to form good poems.
I took this book out of the library because I really liked two poems of Griffin's in an anthology I read--"I Like to Think of Harriet Tubman" and "Sunday Morning"--but none of the poems here had that same freshness for me.
In a lot of the writing Griffin seems to be trying too hard to be profound, and too many of the personal poems border on self-pity. She is at her best when she gets outside herself.
how you shut
your eyes and swam far and farther
still, starlight
shaping itself to your body,
starship rocking the grand, slow waves
under white trees, in the
snowy night
--"Great as You Are"