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In Winter Morning with Crow, it is Clare Rossini's consciousness (attentive, prescient, inspired) that makes her miraculous art, makes a poetry so pure and spare, so free of artifice or contrivance, that it seems to reinvent the page. This is poetry that restores to us something we have lost. It returns beauty, and faith in beauty, then reminds us (as the great painters remind us) that we are not meant to possess it-or the objects of our love. The wisdom of these poems is as ancient as Buson's crows painted against a stark landscape, the whiteness of winter morning. Clare Rossini is, with this extraordinary first book, already a master.