What Are Big Girls Made Of? is full of poems - funny, serious, angry,
delightful - that illumine the experience of being a woman. The title
poem is a lament for women who allow themselves to be caught in the
painful dilemma of being "retooled, refitted and redesigned" to match
the style of every decade. Others extol the salty pleasures of middle
age: making love with a familiar and adored partner; the ease with which
one comes to accept one's body - a good belly, for example, is "a
maternal cushion radiating comfort, " handed down from mother to
daughter like a prize feather quilt. Some of the book's most beautiful
poems are about the precarious balance of nature: white butterflies
mating "in Labor Day morning steam" (a poem for Rosh Hashana); a little
green snake slithering back to the camouflage safety of grass; the cool
song of an October lunar eclipse, as opposed to the dangerous
implications of the sun's disappearance; the death of an exquisite doe.
Appropriately, from a poet who so winningly celebrates life in all its
many variations, the book ends with the moving and simple "The Art of
Blessing the Day": "Bless whatever you can/with eyes and hands and
tongue. If you/can't bless it, get ready to make it new."