I'm not particularly taken with it my own self. One of those times when nothing I've read recently has jumped out at me and I'm flailing about a bit to find something to post for the day. Also, I did like the idea of rejoicing even in the mundande. It's a bit of a fanwank to say "See, it's dull, but we are supposed to rejoice anyway," and in an ideal world I would have found a poem that transformed the mundande more successfully than I feel this poem did.

I'd never heard of her. Googling tells me her father converted from Hasidic Jew to Anglican priest and her mother was a Congregationalist ... and she converted to Roman Catholicism late in life.