A really unique volume of poetry, close to my heart as my grandfather lived a remarkably similar life to Service and spent most of his life mining for gold in the Yukon.
The classics like Sam McGee are in here, but so much more. Profound musings upon lonely deaths in a frigid climate, the isolation, if it's worth it to have a pile of gold when you're freezing, hungry and thirsty. I particularly enjoyed the poems showing how happy and fulfilling simple lives without riches can be, compared to those of the wealthy. And ones like The Law of the Yukon really showed Service's devotion to a land that showed anything but that to the people chipping away at it, hoping for gold. So poetic.
And the World War I poems, of which I had been unaware before - whew. I can imagine how peaceful the Yukon would seem, even in its all merciless cold, to a man who had been in the trenches. I love a good death ballad, and many of these poems touch upon it, about WWI and the Yukon both. I also loved Dark Pine, near the end, ode to the trees I grew up among here in the Pacific Northwest.
I'm not well-versed in analyzing poetry but I do love the ones that are more of a narrative or song, and there were plenty of those in here.