This collection avoided my expectations. I was looking to loop this into my general reading of the Mediterranean and the peripatetic poetics of Patrick Leigh Fermor. Something went amiss. Somehow the themes of Durrell's verse failed to connect with me. His prowess as an author has always impressed me, though his willingness to provoke for the sake of transgression appeared a bit petulant. I liked his asides on Byron and Cavafy as well as his Hamlet-as-Christ but the other sections often appeared forced or artificial.
This collection was part of a revised edition of Faber & Faber publications collated by Durrell in a casual fashion. Having enjoyed Durrell's prose, I thought I might dip into his poetry. Not for me, I'm afraid. To be perfectly honest, I needed heavy annotation with these poems, not just a dictionary. Either by Lawrence or someone else. Much of the geographical, mythological, political, historical linguistic referencing was lost on me. I also found the surrounding metaphor or lyrical symbolism too fragmented and oblique to get a satisfactory feeling or picture of each poem's purpose. I noticed that when I did reach for my dictionary, pretty much all the words I found myself looking up were technical terms. Each time I ran aground on a word, it was a technical definition. It made me wonder if Lawrence purposefully chose these technical words to sound cleverer or to make the poem sound more meaningful because in most cases they clashed with the other words used and frankly could have been substituted with better choices. The verse feels stilted, overly constructed and if I have to be honest, somewhat affected. This left me quite detached from it. By page 251, I found a couple of notable but whimsical poems I liked but nothing to quote.
If you enjoy his poetic prose, these poems will satisfy your expectations. Durrell is just a master of his craft, certainly augmented by his unique life experiences. A truly unique writer worthy of repeated reading and scrutiny.
Didn't finish entirely, but got a 100-page sampling. I guess I like his novels MUCH better than his poetry. I was hoping for something Robinson Jeffers-esque.