Intense, pungent, deeply honest poems unlike quite anything else I've read. Krog is confessional in a sense, but not the dramatic Sylia Plath, Freudian Sharon Olds, or detached/mythic Louise Glueck manner. She is unflinching in dealing with childbirth, menopause, sex, death, and the aging body - it's not often we see a "sonnet to hot flashes" or a "hormone sonnet" about estrogen replacement. The initial discomfort a reader might have seeing this on the page shows just how taboo, or unspoken and undealt with such issues are even in our confessional, oversharing society. Or, in Krog's words:
"God, Death, Love, Loneliness, Man
are Important Themes in Literature.
menstruation, childbirth, menopause, puberty
marriage are not."
At times, Krog's poetry seems somewhat consumed or even overshadowed by the poetics of disgust, by her desire to wrangle the taboo and lay it out on the page for all to see and be discomfitted. It makes the poetics a bit harder to evaluate (especially in translation), though her style - the breathless, overflowing, Germanic-compounded-word style - is arresting and original. Totally worth reading, both for style and substance.