While there are still poems in this big, big book I have not read, I read until my heart was content. Edna is a poet to return to again, and these poems leave a lingering taste. Her voice is unique, yet she keeps the meter I've admired in traditional poetry, and she also brings a fresh voice to the subject matter of love and death and transience using natural imagery and some sarcasm/wit. I usually like to read smaller single author collections or anthologies, so my not completing this one in its entirety is not an indication of the poet's lack of skill. She is excellent.