Hiraeth is a Welsh word which describes a certain, almost ineffable, feeling. A feeling of homesickness, of nostalgia, of the most visceral longing -- a feeling so desolate that, somehow, it becomes a comfort. This collection orbits around the concept of home and the complexities of finding it. How sometimes home is something irretrievable, something that you can never return to. And how, sometimes, home gets right into your bones. These poems were written all over the world, in various stages of love and grief and restlessness. These poems, when put together, tell the story of a person drawn to placelessness who cannot help but wonder what home exists for her, and how she can take it with her when the frame is swept out to sea.
This book is so beautiful. I felt all of of the author’s pain and all of the author’s love and joy. Each poem was more beautiful than the last. A must read!
When I read the very first poem of the collection, Hiraeth, I thought it would be my favorite. By the time I finished, I don't think I can pick a favorite. The author poured her heart and soul into her writing. After several of the poems, I wanted to climb into the pages and give the author comfort and a hug for all the heartaches she shared. The Woods was one example of when I could feel her pain and remember a past heartbreak of my own. Voir Tout en Rose was very sweet. It's a wonderful little book.