A few of his love poems are actually quite good. They possess a certain charm and elegance that can touch the hearts of some readers. However, to be completely honest, this collection was not entirely to my taste. There is a distinct sense of futility or pointlessness that pervades many of these poems. It's as if the poet is searching for something but never quite finding it. While they do offer a little motivation here and there, after reading a dozen or so in a row, you start to feel a bit drained.
One interesting aspect of this collection is the frequent presence of birds and walls. They seem to be everywhere, almost like recurring motifs. It makes you wonder what they symbolize for the poet. Are they a representation of freedom and confinement, respectively? Or perhaps they hold some other deeper meaning that is not immediately apparent.
My personal favorite poems in this collection were his later works, specifically those in the chapter called “The Far Field“. There is a certain maturity and wisdom in these poems that I found quite appealing. They seem to be a reflection of the poet's life experiences and his evolving perspective on the world. However, despite my enjoyment of these particular poems, I have to admit that overall, this collection falls a bit flat.
The poet writes in a plain and simple language, which is both a strength and a weakness. On the one hand, it makes his poems accessible to a wide range of readers. On the other hand, I don't always understand what he's trying to convey. Perhaps it's because he lived a difficult life or a self-obsessive one, and his poems are a manifestation of his inner turmoil. In any case, while there are some亮点 in this collection, it ultimately fails to leave a lasting impression.