An invigorating mix of criticism, memoir, and marginalia from a writing life, “My Poets” wisely avoids slapping another sales pitch on poetry. If anything, McLane shows that poetry, and the wonders within, have been ours all along. She reminds us that poetry is bigger than all of us, yet exclusive to each of us; and that, when faced with a difficult poem, the reader’s role is never to tame it, but perhaps to simply heed some other wise words from Moore:“The thing is to see the vision and not deny it; to care and admit that we do.”
This sounds like an interesting read. I am adding it to my want list.