Eating Poetry Poem by Mark Strand

Eating Poetry

Rating: 4.4

Ink runs from the corners of my mouth.
There is no happiness like mine.
I have been eating poetry.

The librarian does not believe what she sees.
Her eyes are sad
and she walks with her hands in her dress.

The poems are gone.
The light is dim.
The dogs are on the basement stairs and coming up.

Their eyeballs roll,
their blond legs burn like brush.
The poor librarian begins to stamp her feet and weep.

She does not understand.
When I get on my knees and lick her hand,
she screams.

I am a new man,
I snarl at her and bark,
I romp with joy in the bookish dark.

Gajanan Mishra 11 April 2013

New man always eat drink poems. good. and thanks.I like it. I invite you to read my poems and comment.

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To Windward 11 April 2013

Fab! Good pictures - love the idea of the bookish dark.

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Jasbir Chatterjee 27 October 2015

great poem with great images...simply loved the way it begins and ends, making it clear that it is the dog who is eating the poetry book...

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Brook Renwick 13 February 2022

This poem makes me think of a happy dog's big grin : )

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MAHTAB BANGALEE 13 February 2022

Let her come, come to the nearest feelings, let her be a poetry and feel time through time.

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Nabakishore Dash 13 February 2022

congratulations on being chosen pod.

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Sylvia Frances Chan 13 February 2022

the real poet's eater, have fun with this, so much fun that he starts licking and barking just like the dogs, really funny poem 5 Stars full a-TOP

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Chinedu Dike 13 February 2022

Well conceived and nicely brought forth. A beautiful work of art.....

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Jose Gonzalez 13 February 2022

Why does he turn into a dog after reading poetry. He could have tied it up better. Why a dog

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Kumarmani Mahakul 13 February 2022

I romp with joy in the bookish dark.....impressive concluding. Beautiful poem.

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Mark Strand

Mark Strand

Prince Edward Island, Canada
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