The opening poem, Song, is a powerful and troubling and tender – one of those poems that replays in your head, one of those poems that somehow once read you can’t recall what life was like before you read it.
And so it is hard for the rest of the collection to really live up to this – they are poems of quality, and in any other collection would be stars, but in this collection they are in the shade.
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