Vita Nova

A conversation to herself filled with rambling melancholy, grief, and bitterness. Invocations of Orpheus and colorless recollection of her dreams. I tried to find a single poem that I like, but I couldn't.

Reading it felt like I would be swallowed by her own emotions, but at the same time it left me completely distant, tired of the too much of her rambling. It is rare that I feel so pushed back by a collection of poetry, but this one did have this strong effect on me.