I confess that, for no good reason, I was slightly wary of Kim Moore’s “All the men I never married”. Perhaps it was a uniquely male fear of some kind, perhaps against being exposed. Or of not understanding what Moore was talking about.
I needn’t have worried. “All the men I never married” is a stunning collection. Not only is this true of it as a collection of modern poetry, but more importantly in the job it does in conveying a series of emotions, situations, predicaments in which women find themselves – or are forced into by men.
The poems are so comprehensive and powerful that I felt anger against my own sex on behalf of Moore and women in general.
If that is a testament to the quality of the poetry, then job done…