Jonathan Harris' poems are lovely and musical. This dialogue between son-poet and deceased mother-poet has the poignancy of a medieval ballad or an American song, maybe one of those Sixties songs with a refrain like 'Meet You in the Falling Rain, Mama.' One also thinks of a love unrequited, Tennessee Williams and Emily Brontë, Edgar Poe or Virginia Wolfe walking into the river—Joseph Millar.