Wan-Hu's Flying Chair explores the `furious stillness' of love and art. From Chinese legends to scenes from artists' studios, these poems open apertures on twilit worlds, where the `elastic collision of lovers' burns, ears clang to the `torture of air', and `winged creatures quiver on springs'. Here, the voices of old masters and artists' wives, of holy men `huddled round three-legged dings' and steam engineers dissolve into a curious chorus. In this collection, language seeks to break the `well of gravity' as it `tidies the dark.'