I am not much of a Margaret Atwood fan. I have read several of her novels (Surfacing and The Handmaid's Tale, as well as at least one other one, I'm pretty sure), but without being thrilled by them, and I have never been that excited about her poetry, either.
But I like this one, on Poetry Daily today.
He wasn't singing for you, or about you.
He had some other source of joy
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I feel similarly about Atwood (and weirdly enough have also read just those two books, and suspect I may have read another I've forgotten). I am not familiar with her poetry at all, but that is a very good poem. Thanks.
i've had the handmaid's tale sitting on my shelf for months and can't get into it whatsoever. on the other hand i've been reading her collection of selected poetry, eating fire, and i think it's possibly my favourite poetry book of the year
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