If Lorca and Neruda spoke through a feminine medium, they might do so through Kate Kingston. Her poems, like theirs, forge thrilling combinations from the colors, textures, and the objects of this world. They speak from the landscapes and voices of Spain and Old Mexico, which clearly have fed her imagination, but they offer, as well, glimpses of a contemporary American woman¿s rites of passage now in full possession of her powers of empathy, devotion and perception.