From Publishers Weekly Warren's ( Each Leaf Shines Separate ) second book covers a broad formal range， though a rather narrow emotional one. The most powerful material is personal， like the work of mourning in "From New Hampshire，" in which the poet imagines an absent， familiar figure--"I think you have taken a long late evening walk / Your heavy shoes glisten with dew / I hear your footsteps pause on the dirt road / and I know you are picking out / the dark mass of the sleeping mountain from the dark / mass of night and testing the heaviness of each." However， her many poems triggered by literature， photographs or historical figures are distanced， not experienced. For example， "Child Model，" about a picture of an Eskimo child mummy， and "The Cost，" about a baby found in a trash can ("The cost of empire is great and disturbing / the secret knowledge of philosophy") achieve sympathy， not empathy. As Warren writes in a memorable line， "It is not distance / we're after， but clarity." Her technical abilities join with an emotional tautness in "The Cormorant": ". . . ocean， old blowhard， wheezing in the give / and take， gulls grieving the battered shore. / It is your death I can't believe， / last night， inland， away from us， beyond/these drawling compensations of the moon." Copyright 1993 Reed Business Information， Inc. From Library Journal While undeniably skillful， Warren's emotionally and linguistically condensed poems are best taken in small doses. Passages like "Pansy/ freaked with jet be/ damned: it take radiant bitterness to stand， to take the throb of sky" immediately catch the eye and the imagination， but poring over poem after densely layered poem can be exhausting. Warren ( Each Leaf Shines Separate ， LJ 11/15/84) is often at her best when she works against her instinct for richly slathered images and lets her poems breathe a little: "the little we know of St. Eustache/ becomes him: how this Roman (third century A.D.) general/ while hunting beheld/ a crucifix/ in a stag's antlers/ and instantly converted/ how broiled in a bull， his cries/ converted/to music" runs one lovely example. Recommended for solid poetry collections.- Barbara Hoffert， "Library Journal"Copyright 1993 Reed Business Information， Inc.