The poet X. J. Kennedy describes her poems as as "achievements in which the angle of vision is particularly distinct. It is very much her own. Reading her, one is seldom if ever reminded of any other poets."
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That fire in the garden's an illusion—
the double of the fire that cheers this room.
Now standing at the window in between them,
I watch the spiked montbretia suddenly bloom
and guess the glass is telling me a lie.
But no, the flames are there. I can't deny
the evidence presented to my eye.
Only to my doubt can I appeal
for news of what is false and what is real.