I think what makes this book interesting and compelling to me is Scholem's friendship with Walter Benjamin, plus his almost ludicrous devotion to mysticism in his scholarship. Both are evident here, but I mostly found his poetry to be inelegant. The first handful, lyric poems written in the early 20th century, including one homage to Herzl, lacked any surprise or sophistication in the meter, and ultimately felt overly didactic, strained, and immature. He has a sense of humor--in one poem he alphabetically lampoons his contemporary trends in philosophy, which was brazen and cheeky, and he rises to such heights a few times again, often invoking his good friend Benjamin. But, in the broader sea of early 20th-century lyric poetry, most of this collection doesn't hold up. Read a few smart poems in the middle of this collection, where he digs into his academic peers in an admittedly fast and snarky way, but otherwise I wouldn't bother.