My rating: 4 of 5 stars
Lewis always aspired to be a poet. This was really his first literary love, and although he is far more well-known for his prose works, his passion for poetry shaped the way in which he wrote everything he did.
In this collection of his poems you get a first hand taste of his labors to master the skill of poetry. At points he shines with skill, at others he doesn’t scan as masterfully. Sometimes he selects a wonderful theme to gloss upon, and other themes should have simply been passed over. Poetry really is a lost joy in modern society. Sitting for a spell to look at something through the eyes of poetry is really a great blessing. It is worth the trouble and patience of reading a more archaic mode of communication. And of course, it is Lewis, so even when he’s at his worst, he’s still so good.
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