The bulk of this book is an incomprehensible series of puzzles. Im sure it flew straight over my head. I kinda have a problem with poems that can't really stand on their own merit if the reader doesn't get the references made, whether they be about African mythology or Navajo folk tales. Jay Wright's language is amazing, but when it's impossible to understand a sentence of any given poem without being versed in a dozen different obscure disciplines, it's hard to appreciate. This one is getting three stars though, because the selections from the first book of his poems were really wonderful, and even better: readable.