"I can but put my weapon up, andBow you out...Since in your hearing words are mute, which to my sensesAre a shout"Jean Garrigue, so far her best critic, wrote,"Of Observations (a volume of her poems) one might say: it is first and last a voice. The voice of sparkling talk and sometimes very lofty talk, glittering with authority.""But we prove, we do not explain our birth.""I do these/ things which I do, which please/ no one but myself."She wrote her great poem "Marriage," in which she examined, satirized, envied, and dismissed--as a possibility for herself--that institution in which two "I"s attempt a real speech."The lion's leap would be mitigated almost to harmlessness if the lion were clawless, so precision is both impact and exactitude, as with surgery."