“Look: with all my fear I’m here with you, trying what it means, to stand fast; what it means to move.” In these astonishing poems from the last decade of the twentieth century, Rich extends her poetic language as witness to the treasures—the midnight salvage—we rescue from fear and fragmentation, writing for both readers I know exist and those I can only imagine, finding their own salvaged beauty as I have found mine.” “The Night has a Thousand Eyes,”