She seems to have had at least four careers and nine lives. Still, her weirdly worded strange (and estranged) geographies penetrate places other poems don’t reach, and in this anticipate Elizabeth Bishop without sounding at all like her. Hardly surprising: she writes as if in a foreign language; from the far side of the moon. Where better then to look for poems about the moon than in The Lost Lunar Baedeker (Carcanet, 1996, ed. Roger Conover), which contains the best (and most openly, consistently edited) selection of her poems. The edition is like some of her poems, with the working on the outside.