Moving in Memory, Julia Randall's sixth volume of poems, explores our relationship to nature, to art, and to our past selves. In these poems, Randall's familiar terrain, the woods, streams, and fields of Maryland, becomes our own. She takes us ""through the fields/ of Queen Anne's Lace and clover,"" through woods filled with rock maple and sassafras, to places she discovered as a child.

I am Piedmont born and bred

between far hills and sea,

great hardwoods overhead,

and waters gently

falling down the Bay

But these poems also express Randall's uneasiness with trying to exist in a world increasingly divorced from nature. They spring from a sensibility that pits memory and its recovery in art against the encroachments of commerce and technology.

What shall restore

cedar and sycamore, sweet springs,

the secrets of the forest floor, where now

backhoes and scaffoldings

and gray computers set us free

to manufacture loves and lifeless things

along the steely groves where no bird

sings?

Unmistakably a lyric poet, Randall varies traditional forms in a way that is both reminiscent and original. Her musicality often surprises us into the recognition that poems can still sound like poems. In writing about place, memory, aging, and loss, Julia Randall displays a wide-ranging intelligence, a keen eye, and a necessary anger, as well as joy, humor, and acceptance.