Title: The Best Collection of Poetry Since Siegel's Hot Afternoons
Product review: As we read this work, we are compelled to follow this poet (for what else can you call her?) into the farther reaches of obfuscation, mystification, and despair. It had never occured to me before reading this book, which so sedulously, so inexorably rings with sentiment and shows such a vision as to be beyond all possible blame for its solipsism (and certainly beyond all past sentimental and solipsistic achievements in verse), that poet was, in fact, a four letter word. Now I hate to utter such a word in polite company for fear of slander. If you love poetry, read at the risk of offending your own nature.
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