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When one reads the exquisite short title poem of GUY WiRES, the temptation, of course is to assign Elisavietta Ritchie the moniker of Spider Woman. And how wonderful and potent that the stuff of which she spins her web is love. This is a very serious poet, who weaves her poems with the tensile strength of spider silk, greater than the same weight of steel, and with much greater elasticity. Her poems make remarkable connections between her manic intelligence and the dear particulars of the world. Line by line, she pulls us forward into her creation, and we lie there, calm, mesmerized and grateful for the new take on the world she invariably wraps us in. There is a lot of talk these days of the wise woman, something like Erda in Wagner s Ring Cycle, that makes a reader realize they are in the presence of a mind worth hearing. Your dog knows./She s different when/the moon is full, she tells us. But the poems swing through the human passions of sex, politics, and other worldly appetites with the agility