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    <![CDATA[Lavinia Greenlaw's follow-up to her well-received debut, <em>Night Photograph</em>, is a  thought-provoking and memorable exploration of missed connections, disasters narrowly  averted, and occasional glimpses of beauty. All of these themes converge in images, as  when &quot;dying wasps / make drunken passes at my hair. / They are drawn to glass, as  air, / and cannot tell.&quot; The poems are driven by the gap between what can be known  and what can be said, as in &quot;Landscape,&quot; in which Greenlaw's haiku-influenced imagery wraps itself around an ineffable moment of shared experience:  &quot;Aroused by emptiness, / you push a hand inside my jeans. / The wind in the three-hundred-year-old / Lebanon cedars / makes a noise like nothing living.&quot; ]]>
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