For poetry, I read The Uses of the Body by Deborah Landau. I feel like I was missing something on a lot of this poems. None resonated with me until the one about her giving birth.
Poetry is an incredibly subjective art. There are a variety of ways to measure greatness in work but poetry can mess with rhyming schemes, cadence, rhythm, and appearance on the page. I can see why others appreciated Landau’s work but I wasn’t as enamored. I hope I’ll find some poetry that speaks to me in 2017.