I was hooked on every line, and I didn't even realize where I was going until I reached the end and felt a really strange disappointment, like I was looking for something and getting increasingly more frantic until I remembered that I hadn't lost anything at all. (Sorry for the long metaphor, haha) I love that I was so emotionally into it, though! This is certainly going in my favorites!
This was wonderfully intense and ambiguous and mysterious in the most intriguing ways, I'll openly admit I got quite lost <XD. It's like one of those things I don't understand, this poem, but I like it nonetheless, it has charm and impact and keeps me thinking about it even after it's over.
The end was like running along a path and then suddenly realizing it leads off up to the edge of a cliff and skidding to a halt at the last second . . . and yet it somehow works. ^^ Amazing job
While I didn't have that poem in the conscious foreground of the writing for this, it must have been poking me in the back somewhere. I adore Anne Carson! (And that's not at all long, comparatively, in her oeuvre. Marvelous to read first thing in the morning.)
My favorite thing to do with Nox is to pick up the first page, climb on top of something so I'm really tall, and drop it into the rest of the book. It's also fun to stretch Nox out as far as it can go around your house.
Yes, and reading it is delightful too. Averages one classics-major-fangirl squeal every five pages.
I meant to read it as soon as we brought it home, but then just didn't get around to it. I've been slowly making my way through her Sappho translations "If Not, Winter". But "Autobiography of Red" followed by "Glass, Irony, and God" hooked me hard. And then I read everything. Except Nox.