Feeling Sad

I found reading the final sections of Atwood's Dearly a bit tricky. The poems were wonderful and in almost every respect easy to read. But the subject matter was painful. The sequence relating to climate change was devastating, rightly so. And those on the loss of her husband (I'm guessing that was the background) similarly dark. Not without some vague sense of hope, I think. But dark.

A bit like the final scene of Lear, I suppose. The truth hurts, but it's all we've got, finally.