The second book of poems by this 101-year-old woman, born in Galesburg, Illinois and earlier the wife of Max Ernst and a well-known Surrealist painter. Dan Chiasson’s TNY review of 10/17/11 highlighted her focus on time (past, present and future) and the tension between our experience of it as individuals and its reality.

“Surely this everywhere present is real

 enough and eager, yet unable, to tell me

what I am waiting for now.”

A bit abstruse at times, her poems are also at times pitch perfect, especially for those of us aging. Can it be that I am only 2/3 as old as her! Yes!!!