I love poetry, though I know very little about it. I read arguably more poetry than most during my childhood, thanks to my parents and my
Such is the case with Galway Kinnell‘s The Book of Nightmares, which I finished reading a few days ago. It’s a themed collection of ten poems on the subjects of death and darkness (and many others, like all good poetry).
I loved it. The poems contained vivid imagery and strong emotion. That’s about all I want out of poetry.
Each poem is written from a
These are dense poems. Metaphor overlaps and points both backwards and forwards within each poem. While each one builds using some sort of through line, these are not stories; they are evocations of emotion, and thus harder to grasp and grok than most stories.
After finishing each poem, I felt short of breath. I even read only one poem a day, to maximize the impact of each one.
I found the experience well worth the effort.