THIS PAGE INSISTS THAT I EXPLAIN MYSELF Comments

This page insists that I explain myself

my poems are over-structured, I am told
but I'm only making good use of my brain

the letters I send you never say
what I want to say, but does it matter
since I write to you concerning me

I let these poems fill-in the proper forms
space is tight, rectangles
for iambs, occasionally trochees
keeping rhythm steady on its feet

but somebody says to be serious
is the way to control your poems - Frost,
Edward Thomas, Elizabeth Bishop, Graves -
always out there on the track
audiences cheering them on forever

the loneliness of the long-dictioned rhymer
dining out with novelists and critics -
consider what happens when our words
become professional - literature
forgets it's feudal, its narrow kingdom
of palaces and prayer-wheels
...
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