Strand is undoubtedly the most overrated poet in the United States. Every five years or so he puts out a slim volume that reads like a fairly good imitation of Strand, and this one is no exception, filled with the usual icy facsimiles of emotion--and featuring the embarrassing "Delirium Waltz" in which he drops, with langorous obsequiousness, the names of a number of his wellknown friends. If you're interested in Strand, read his earlier books, particularly the magnificent "Story of Our Lives."This one is a waste of fifteen dollars. An elegantly dressed corpse is still a corpse.