I feel like any in depth review of Crush would just be a replication of the foreword by Louise Gluck, which is amazing by the way, so I’m not going to review it as a whole.
It means whatever it means to you in that moment and it may change or it may not, and you will connect to it still. The change in me from 15 to now is immense and yet through the years my understanding and interpretation of these poems has matured with me, isn’t that kinda crazy? That the same set of words can resonate with you still when your experience and outlook has changed so much. This amazing adaptive nature of literature is one of the reasons I love it so much as much as an author creates their own meanings, the reader puts just as much of the meaning into it. It’s hard to summarise what makes some literature just cling onto you forever after you pick it up, sometimes you don’t really understand why a book/poem has hit you so hard but you just know that it somehow managed to make you feel something, and that that matters. The poems in this collection helped me understand some part of myself at 15, then they helped me understand myself at 18, and now they help me understand myself at 20. Crush was a collection of poems I read a while ago, maybe 5/6 years, and I’ve never forgotten about it since.
Since those early years of my life I’ve read countless poetry books, some which struck no chord in me and others which have stayed with me ever since that’s one of the beauties of poetry. I’ve loved poetry since I was tiny, I remember sitting in primary school English classes enthralled whilst my white-haired, gum-chewing teacher (who I adored) made us read out The Highwayman and Overheard on a Saltmarsh.
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