Despite all the talk about poetry being dead during the twentieth century, it was the most prolific century for poets in modern history. The English language in particular experienced a proliferation of new and original poets. Stevie Smith was, unfortunately, one of those lesser known British poets who never achieved the fame in America she had in Europe. She was not by far the greatest poet of the century; she couldn't best Pound, Eliot, Ginsberg, Berryman, Stevens, etc. However, when one reads her works, one finds a unique intellect struggling with love and death. She reminds one of a homegrown hodge-potch of Ogden Nash and Emily Dickinson. This is thoroughly rewarding reading for anybody, and I think young girls in particular would identify with her poetry. It's the uncomplicated type of verse that SHOULD be taught in schools to help students better understand and appreciate the possibilities of the form.