A review by kateofmind
Across the Land and the Water: Selected Poems, 1964–2001 by W.G. Sebald

challenging mysterious reflective slow-paced

3.5

Sebald's poetry, at least as translated here, is indistinguishable from his prose except in length and typesetting. This isn't necessarily a bad thing -- his prose is wonderful. But this still wasn't quite what I'd hoped for, somehow? And a lot of it was kind of impenetrable, alluding to things I can never know; I felt like I was overhearing him mumble autobiographical snippets, half-recalled memories, more so than I usually do when reading poetry.