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Picked this up in 2003 when I was bitter about my first love coming to an end. As I started reading, I realized that this was not some silly little chick-lit book of sappy guys-suck rants, but one of the best poetry anthologies I've ever read. It includes some moving verses by May Swenson, along with William Carlos Williams, Margaret Atwood, Donne, Auden, and good ol' Bill Shakespeare.

This book won't mend a broken heart, as it claims. If you want to do that, slash the dude's tires and sleep with his brother. If you want a kick-ass collection poetry divided into the categories of age, Sadness, Self-Hatred, False Hope, Resolve, Relapse, Real Hope and Moving On, this is the book for you.