It’s hard to overstate how much this book affected me, because it opened my eyes to the infinite possibilities of contemporary poetry and poets. Upon re-reading, I found it as good or perhaps better than I remembered. The poems were more melancholy than in memory, as well. The world may not end, but that is also as much to say that suffering does not end, as well.

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