Although this small volume of verse has been preceded by another called Against The Circle. Ghiselin still shows marked signs of youth, if not even of immaturity, in this second published book. On the plus side of his talent is a gift for vivid words, expressing visual and tactile sensations, a frank and fresh sensuality with no attempt to be compact, concise or metaphysical. On the minus, there's a certain sloppiness of technique and a definite youthfulness of emotion. Ghiselin is at his best in describing the sensation of swimming, of sun on the bare rocks of the Riviera, of the color and feel of the sea. All this is sincere and refreshing enough, but one questions where this pagan joy will lead and if Ghiselin will develop along with his talent.