Some of the poems were merely okay, but some of them were amazing. None of those assessments is probably objective. The first has to do with the fact that I dislike romantic poetry, so the ones that had too much of the nasty R in them did not appeal to me. The second assessment is based on sheer nostalgia: there were poems in this collection that I had studied during elementary school in Romania when I was about, oh, 7-8, so they created the warm, sweet, melancholy feeling of something long-forgotten that I knew I'd heard before. Those poems talked of linden trees and cuckoos, golden fields and snowed forests, deer and foxes, willows and dandelions, the changing of seasons, rivers I knew by name and rivers I'd swam in, places I'd seen and places that sounded like places I'd seen - in short, all the things that I remember from my childhood. How could I not love them? ( )