“This poem throbs with rage, as though Eurydice has waited a couple of millennia to get all this off her chest. But it does not end in anger; it ends with a declaration: ‘hell must break before I am lost,’ she says, in the final stanza. Eurydice may be dead, but she is still triumphantly herself.”

“This poem throbs with rage, as though Eurydice has waited a couple of millennia to get all this off her chest. But it does not end in anger; it ends with a declaration: ‘hell must break before I am lost,’ she says, in the final stanza. Eurydice may be dead, but she is still triumphantly herself.”

— Natalie Haynes