Tentative impression, 3/14/25:
WTF, Powers of Thirteen. Although I do find poetry writing under formal constraints (including the English language’s Big Two, rhyme and meter) an admirable pursuit, the constraint used in this sub-book seems to have no effect whatsoever on the experience of reading it beyond “okay, these poems are all approximately the same length”. Am I supposed to go through all 169 of its poems under the emotion of simply being impressed by the exact same abstract fact of what their constraint is? Selected Poetry’s first poem, “Harp Lake”, constructed of stanzas inspired by the Malay pantun form, is majestic by comparison.