So, I’ve used American Poets as a prism through which to view my relationship with poetry. This here is the future. More exploration of the unknown, including pushing back from contemporary to modern. See how it goes.
I was drawn to this one by the title – it intrigued me. I read it once and was unsure, although I had a sense there was something there. I reread it and kind of liked it. By the time I’d written it out it had me.
Good Man, Woman Bad by Wallace Stevens
You say that spite avails her nothing, that
You rest intact in conscience and intact
In self, a man of longer time than days,
Of larger company than one. Therefore,
Pure scientist, you look with nice aplomb