Apr
29
Why the World Seems so Much with Us as it Passes By
Trenton Marriott Lafayette Yard, Room 532, Trenton, New Jersey
Bob Grumman resurrected a poem of mine the other day, and the rediscovery of this poem (a poem of mine someone enjoyed enough to remember) caused me something akin to delight. Since we write poems not for friends or critics or posterity—but for ourselves, for our own ear and heart and spleen—it should not have surprised me so much that this series of intentionally crippled words recalling up out of the collective memory of beach living a few happenstances of the seasand coast would seem not altogether wrong.
Bob Grumman resurrected a poem of mine the other day, and the rediscovery of this poem (a poem of mine someone enjoyed enough to remember) caused me something akin to delight. Since we write poems not for friends or critics or posterity—but for ourselves, for our own ear and heart and spleen—it should not have surprised me so much that this series of intentionally crippled words recalling up out of the collective memory of beach living a few happenstances of the seasand coast would seem not altogether wrong.