There's Eve. And the afterthought, Adam. And the Snake. Lost mothers and found mothers, all the same mother. There's love = husband, children = treasure. There's blood and tongue and orbits around the moon. There's a visit from the dead, a tiny bird in hand, water "from the outdoor spigot, freezing water needling / our skin." Which is to say, this surprising marvel of a book curates everything! The world under Robin Rosen Chang's good eye charms and sobers. But back to Eve: "...bite the apple," says this poet, "and she did."

-Marianne Boruch

The Curator's Notes is a book of confidences and great emotional lucidity. Hiding or waffling is not permitted. It reads like a gift, poem by poem, and in the rich, tonal revelation of the whole. Robin Rosen Chang has the lyrical felicity to harmonize pain and beauty, myth and domesticity, and everything she touches is subject to both her affinity for the natural world and her love for art and craft. Her accomplishment in this fine first book is to reach deeply into the tragic and bring out poems of real discovery.

-Rodney Jones