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Reflecting on the intense, obsessional, even demented, anger of Bront 's private, imaginary life, Carson sees an analogue between that life and the lives, more generally, of women artists caught between the demands of love and work, belief and unbelief. She wonders whether "anger could be a kind of vocation for some women", embodying what they both hate and fear about themselves, acting as a powerful source for both the release of repressed energy and revenge for "that life withheld". Even though "the vocation of anger is not mine", Carson's indication is that anger, despite its unnerving presence, can be a profound emotion for freeing "this soul trapped in glass". Other poems address the costs of such exorcism, of what it means to purge one's spiritual and psychological demons when there is still "the terrible sex price to pay".--David Marriott