Loveroot, Erica Jong, Helt Rineliprt Winst on, $4.5 Erica Jong lias stepped out of her cloihes and wrilten us another poetry COllection frorrf her private view of life as a tarnicr's murket. Unfortunaiely, this time the book oozes over with her pulpy imagery. Loveroot 's images, no longer new, have gine slightly rancid. The poems of pain in this volume are not tnuch new, most of these topics have been better served in lier first two collections, Fruits and Vegetables and Half-lives. The new poems speak of joy but a descriptive personal joy which sticks to the pages and remains lifeless. Jong's early works are brilliant vocalizations of the silent pain women have called love. (When l'm alone in my room the objects breathelike patients in a wardfor contagióos diseases.) She spared no part of herself to dig deeply into the insecurities which often drive two people into self-destructive relationships. lier poems also jumped with sexuality and self-exploration. The ripe avocadoes and eggplant imagery seemed riglit then. Her first book, Fear of 'Fíyhtg, a light but honest look at lier loves and sexuality, has titilated the leashed up fancies of middle-Anericans. In tact. many found her unnecessarily lewd. She has defended women's open expression of eroticism saying, "It'sex and creativity are ofien seen by dictators as subversive act ivities, it's because they lead to the knuwledge tliat you own your own body (and with it your own voice) and that"s the most revolutionary insight of all." (Ms. Magazine, 1972) Loveroot switches soine channels and opens up to joy. Unlike Whitnian's Leaves ofGrass, Jong sings of herself but leaves no patli to this new-found ecstasy for the rest of us. Her sunlit, somersault prose is largely lost on this reader. 1 am léft staring at a grinning Erica Jong. wondering how to share in her fun. My only due is to live to be forty, suffer a lot, and wrile a best selling novel. Rather than spend five dollars on this new eollection of poems, piek up the signet paperback collection Here Comes and Other Poems by Erica Jong. For SI .95 you'll get Fruits and Vegetables, Half-Lives, and three entert aining essays by the author. This is a tremendous vaiue for any poetry lover. Here one finds Jong 's most vibrant works. Loveroqt shows a change. For inslance, in her opening poem, she tells us: No joy-denyer can deny me now For what l have is undeniable I inliabit my own house The house oftny joy. Let us in, Erica, let us in.