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invaluable

and now we come to Wilfred Owen

continues so slowly, and rewards the slowness

this remains a really incredible collection, and one I can only read very slowly

the way the intro to the two Yeats poems is making me INCANDESCENTLY angry about what he said of Wilfred Owen — never let it be said poetry doesn’t have the power to make one absolutely rage on a commute bus. like, how DARE he

the chronology printed of everything happening at the same time, a world mad and violent, is overwhelming — and it’s deeply grounding, to read people in that maelstrom; I think often of the old yellowed library check out card for Mary Borden’s memoir of her time as a nurse for the trenches, and how many many times it was stamped for check out in the late 1930s and early 1940s

it’s taken me like two hours to read the (extremely wry and well-written) introduction bc I keep putting the book down to put books it mentions on hold at the library, and now I’m at my max number of holds and it’s midnight