By People Staff
October 03, 1977 12:00 PM

by Annie Dillard

“Nothing is going to happen in this book,” Dillard writes on page 24. “There is only a little violence here and there in the language, at the corner where eternity chips time.” She lives on an island in Puget Sound, and her poetry is made up of descriptive passages about her cat, a candle, the landscape, a tragic plane crash in which a little girl’s face is burned, and a lot about God, Jesus and the church. Some of it is unintelligible, but when Dillard hits, the language shimmers. (Harper & Row, $6.50)