Briefly: Three thoughts on this one:
1) Most of the friends who have read this have given it 4, if not 5, stars. I’m always pleased when friends have enjoyed a text. For me, though, this falls solidly into the Ugh category, and I’m reminded of all the Whys I, generically, dislike poetry and Why I absolutely like reading some poets.
2) Once upon a long, long time ago (1964), there was an episode, a scandalous episode of Dr. Kildare featuring a very young, very healthy Yvette Mimieux writhing in a bikini on a gurney. I never understood what all the fuss was about. I writhed through this one, too, but not in a good way.
3) The kindle version I read did not maintain the poet's stanzas, but rather presented each poem in paragraphs while maintaining the individual line capitalization—kinda screws with the poet’s ‘fearful symmetry.’