Feminine in gender, dependent upon mood rather than form, these poems about love, nature, and travel vary widely in excellence. There are some fine poems, whose language and energy convey complicated emotions and scenery. These are balanced against some thin poems with banal lines. The love poems are often overblown or despairing, with a tendency to ramble like notes from a diary, or a half-accidental collection of thoughts set down as they occur. (In particular, a long one about a walk to a half-deserted, village suffers from this casualness.) Thus many of the good lines are dissipated or lost in a more general impression of vagueness. Yet, while a certain unevenness and lack of focus often makes difficult reading, there are several clean, striking poems in a collection which on occasion rises to the poet's calling.