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I was hopeful, when I pulled out the little volume by Joan Walsh Anglund, that I would have something nice to say about it because I had such fond memories of her illustrations and children’s books from my early years. Similar sentiments from adult women is the only reason I can fathom for the circulation of this little book. Joan Walsh Anglund is not a poet–or at least what’s in this volume is not poetry. It’s a collection of adages and sayings, a bunch of moralizing for the most part. Such as:
The truest slavery/is Avarice/. . . no chain can bind us/as completely/as our own ambition
A person who has experienced flesh and blood slavery might beg to differ. Another example states the obvious:
We fly toward Forever/on/unknowing wings// Our destination/hidden/in the mists
Granted it uses metaphor, but lots of writing employs metaphor without being poetry. The sayings in this book don’t even begin to illustrate with words or to give the reader an experience. The majority of it is cliche. My recommendation is to take this little book out of poetry and put it with books of quotes or perhaps in the children’s section. Or simply cull it, along with any others by her within the adult 811s.