Provisional rating. I always come back to Glück's poetry to find I had missed so much. The last poem of this collection reveals you have been deceived, or rather that the poet has been deceiving herself. You must go back and re-read it with that revelation in mind.

First Memory
"Long ago, I was wounded. I lived
to revenge myself
against my father, not
for what he was—
for what I was: from the beginning of time,
in childhood, I thought
that pain meant
I was not loved.
It meant I loved.”