![]() I’m still not sure how to review this, other than to recount my experience as positive, that some of the poems hit me in the solar plexus while others skimmed over the surface of my mind. It was also helpful to see someone else’s analysis of themes in this overtly feminist work. We didn’t always agree on favorite phrases, but I found myself appreciating their choices. I’m glad that it was there, it provided a dialogue I wouldn’t otherwise have with the poems. My library copy included marginalia from some previous reader’s experience with the book. I don’t know if the fact that the poems held within The Dream of a Common Language were written between 19 makes them easier or more difficult to comment on, but there is enough of the broader human experience to give the reader plenty to think on. As I started I thought to myself, yes I can see turning back to these poems night after night while sitting near a campfire. It’s under a hundred pages and the opening page hits with a wallop. I can understand why this was a book that Strayed kept with her on the Pacific Crest Trail. The Dream of a Common Language is the first one of 2023 for me (I have at least one other poetry collection on my TBR for the year) and while I’ve known about its existence since I read Cheryl Strayed’s Wildback in 2012, it took a Read Harder task to get it in my hands. ![]() ![]() Poetry is a genre that I have a terrible time reviewing but in my personal quest to keep reading the genre – and not give up on it – I find myself trying to about once a year. ![]()
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