I'm a believer that poetry wants to be read aloud, so this seemed like a great idea for an audiobook. Unfortunately, it really just ended up confirming my prior suspicion: poets are, almost without exception, their own worst readers. Even poets whose work I really enjoy, and whom I thought I would enjoy hearing—Frank O'Hara, Elizabeth Bishop—just really don't do their own works justice. Still, there are some great works here, and I did get turned on to one or two new poets. So that's something.