Reading Cavendish this week was a delight. For such an early era of time where science wasn’t considered “real,” Cavendish has such an inquisitive mind about the world around her. “It Is Hard to Believe That There Are Other World in This World” is a weird poem, and it seems to tackle the idea of “other worlds” in the sense of new discoveries and their impossibilities. What was previously thought of as being fiction is now science. I read that she’s also one of the first documented science fiction writers, and certainly one of the first women to write science fiction, and I love her philosophical take on subjects. The brain as a garden is also a great metaphor that can extend far and equates the brain to a living, breathing thing, which in older eras had been though of as a useless organ.
Her poetry is also great, structurally speaking. She uses vague language and saves specific metaphors or details for the more important concepts, such as in “It Is Hard to Believe That There Are Other World in This World’s” first few lines compared to the ending lines.