In this third collection, Mary Madec returns to the real world of what it means to be herself, a woman of these times, exploring again the territories of the heart. She presents a partly imagined trajectory, extending beyond the present and deep into the past, reaching into the experiences of silence and calling out the 'voices.' Her poems are compassionate and courageous, sensual and sometimes visceral meditations on the injured or aging body, the broken heart, the reality of our ineluctably transient lives, and all the attendant grief. And yet there are light touches of redeeming humor, and always the Little White Egret of hope canceling out the darkness. Her language is rich and precise, sensitive to how it must map the tangles of mind and heart in this poetic project, which asks the poet to tell us what it is we are made of, what it is that makes it possible for us to walk on this earth and be sufficient to ourselves.
