Wily feminine verse ranging from ingenious to flippant, both in verse form and idea. The post writes of natural minutiae here- the ouzel, the veery (a poem in which the veery outrageously ""oodles""), ants, cats, the raven, and of seas, snows and foreign landscapes. There are poems of personal philosophies, illuminations. The poems show a facility of form, a fragile image, and although in the more serious poems, feeling is blocked by a derivative expression with a bow to Wylie and Dickinson, there are some charming bits here- ""The Unicorn"", ""Company"", and ""Noel"" -- (""lost in the long morning September waited in a garden tall with weeds""). Pretty things in very small packages.