Honestly, my first fear with reading the book was that I was going to understand the cover picture. I have theories, but I don’t want to talk to them, but basically I think the titular woman who let herself go has brought the natural elements of the world out of whack.
I don’t read poetry books much. I always feel like the hidden meaning has totally passed me by. Parts of the stories I most appreciated were poems like My Dearest Darling, which ended with
“So be good Darling till
we meet again and that will
be Sunday if I am living.
Wrote with love and best wish
The idea of a Sunday romance- church, picnics and a day of rest, strike me as an idyllic way to end the week.
There are a series of poems dealing with a pilgrimage to Virginia Woolf’s house which I very much enjoyed because they made me consider the power of place and the idea that we leave little pieces of ourselves behind when we leave a place, at least, if we are famous enough.