Life on Mars
|Author||Tracy K. Smith|
I never read Poetry. Maybe I’m wrong.
I enjoyed this book. At the same time I felt uneasy about it, maybe because I feel like something about its meaning is continually escaping me.
I realize that I like a poem more when I don’t need context to understand it; or when somehow I do have context, and it’s not impossibly tedious (like it’s happened many a time when studying The Divine Comedy as a teen-ager). This book provides a few notes which are useful to make clearer an otherwise obscure poem, but a few others were totally beyond my grasp.
Even like this, reading good poetry (as I think this book is an example of) always stirs forgotten and uncomfortable parts of our life that would otherwise escape our noticing. And it would be a pity.