1 The cento, a poem made up of quotations from other authors, is often relegated to the status of a learning exercise or polymathic crossword puzzle. Mary Dalton’s new book goes some way to rescuing its potential. Her title plays on two senses of “hooking”: hook a mat, hook a fish. An apter metaphor may be weaving, because the collection’s best poems have the denseness and durability of a piece of Harris tweed. This stands to reason since Dalton is the ablest Newfoundland poet since E. J. Pratt, and arguably an abler one.

2 Hooking’s 38 poems, whose quotations are drawn from hundreds of poets and testify to an immense breadth of reading, each average about 25 scrupulously credited lines, often divided into three-line stanzas. Making compilation more arduous, or possibly easier, she keyed each poem to a particular line number so that “Cross-Stitch,” for example, is compiled from the second lines of source poems. Thus she combines the charms of randomness with reason and intuition.

3 Her choice of poets could function as an index of her taste, except one supposes that occasionally she did not particularly like a line, but found it nicely suited for a cento. One of this reviewer’s lines (“he was composing totems with a chainsaw”) turns up in “Filaments,” keeping good company with lines by Ted Hughes and John Berryman. Dalton’s favourite sources are, among non-Canadian poets, Wisława Szymborska, Simon Armitage, Don Paterson, Michael Longley, and Elizabeth Bishop. Among Canadians (who tend to cluster in a few poems), they are P. K. Page and Anne Simpson. Overall, Dalton manages to cover the international waterfront without neglecting her own.

4 The lines are so smoothly blended that even a famous one like Ezra Pound’s “The ant’s a centaur in his dragon world” doesn’t seem extraneous or intrusive. They are almost exclusively of the twentieth century; we are mercifully spared Shakespeare. So smoothly and aptly does she quote it’s as if she could pluck Edgar Guest’s “It takes a heap o’ livin’ in a house t’make it home” and incorporate it coherently and cohesively. Given such varied sources, it’s remarkable how natural, connected, and consistent, though not monotonous, the lines are in mood and treatment — and notable how often their rhythms approximate her own work.

5 Although never explicitly named, the poems’ locales often hint at Newfoundland. In “Cloth”:

6 In “A Hand” we see “the lighthouse, and the boat on the beach, and the two shapes.” Often an apocalyptic bad dream, not quite bad enough to be a nightmare, is laconically depicted in the way it sometimes is in the work of Al Moritz, which itself derives from John Ashbery, one of Dalton’s favoured sources. In “Shattered Hand”:

7 Such grim situations are treated cerebrally, not viscerally, or as “Descant” says, “a scene made-up by the mind” or while “Imagination is off paddling among the rocks.” The poems often dwell on metaphysically framed questions, as in “Delta.” Referring to names, it asks:

8 This reviewer identified with the observation in “Blue Ink”: “Bumperto-bumper all the way to the horizon, / lexicographers burned their stringy eyeballs black . . .” Lines like these deploy a not always welcome half-satirical quasi-surrealism. In “Braid”:

9 Dalton is at the stage of her career when we no longer judge her work in terms of skill, which can be taken for granted, but within broader internal categories like voice, tone, vision, and theme or, externally, its public reception, how a book fits within a body of work, the poet’s reputation. Hooking likely won’t become a prize winner because awards jurors and reviewers won’t know what to do with it: they’ll ask, “Who’s the author here?” Dalton’s erudition, command of local idiom, barbed satire, and acute perceptions, above all her originality, characterized Red Ledger (2006), her best book so far. Yet Merrybegot (2003) might have risked overdependence on written sources, since it heavily drew on the splendid Dictionary of Newfoundland English, a reference work amplydemonstrating that Newfoundland diction and speech is the dialectally richest in English Canada. To some, Hooking may seem to double the risk.

10 Yet Hooking implicitly poses interesting questions — aesthetic, ethical, linguistic — about the fraught concept of originality. Every good poem is a web of influences, which is what keeps literary scholars in business. Would it not be more honest for a poet to quote directly, as Dalton does here, as Pound and T. S. Eliot often did, or as Brahms quoted Bach? This consideration may be irrelevant to Hooking, which in effect creates, not a medley of individual voices, but a poetic metalanguage. It‘s rather as if Dalton has dipped a pail into the running stream of poetic speech and into language itself. Yet the success of this book relies on the fact that she knows how to dip her pail — and where.