Corner View: Poem
Fifteen years ago I threw away a journal that contained several attempts at poetry. In it were poems that to this day still make me cringe. Horrid. In high school I wrote a sonnet, it was a homework project. I was so pleased with my sonnet. I was proud. I wrote it on a piece of paper with burned edges, we got extra credit for presentation. I read it in front of the class, we got extra credit for that too. All I remember was: baptized in fire [or fear] with a love for calamity... I wish I had it just to throw it away again.
My mother's college yearbooks had several poems in it that I have always loved. When I have visited I seek out those year books just to read those poems. It was 1968 or 1969 and the poet used wordsthatranintoeachother {much use of these braces} and lots of
playing
with
the
spacearound{words}
I still remain impressed with those poems. They had a speed, a poem within a poem, they were clever and very much of their time.
5 Comments:
you learnt me about Marina Tsvetaeva's poems, for which i'm grateful to the day. i'm sure your cringing is partly 'self-inflicted', for poetry comes in sizes ans styles, i am convinced your efforts aren't half as bad as you proclaim. judging ourselves is about the hardest thing to do. and aren't we sometimes hard on ourselves?
and can i say, your fiction often reads dreamy like a poem, it does!
n♥
Hi Tera, yes I remember year books like that too. Don´t have them anymore though. Can´t remember having written a poem ever :)
Poetry is everywhere... We don't have yearbooks here, so, I'ld like to discover the one you read...
i believe that writing a poem on paper with burned edges is some kind of rite of passage - fortunately, we only need to do it once in our life! :)
Iloveyourpoemsthatyou rememberandtheonesyoudon`t!!
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