Today for example, I bought a couple new books, including Susan Woolridge's book on craft as it springs from unexpected non-poetic spaces. I am excited to get that and a book I bought on line. I think a lot about line and its importance. More specifically, I think about ends and beginnings. I get very frustrated with poems where the end words seem capriciously chosen by the poet. When I see throwaway words such as "for" or "the" at the end of a line I grimace and wonder what the hell the poet was doing there. These words do NOTHING for me as far as advancing the line or the feeling or the stanzaic power. Call me crazy, but I like to be shoved into uncommon spaces and motivated to keep going. With so many amazing oems out there, why read on when the words drip in stasis at the ends of lines. I think it is RARE that these throwaway words DO something there at the ends of lines.
Beginning words are important too (just ask the French who believe these more important than the end words!) I look for words that zip and zing at the fronts of lines and stanzas. I recently taught an online class (ask how YOU can take one of these from me) and asked the students to seriously consider the ends and beginnings and to stretch the limits of using words of power in both places. We got some AMAZING results. You will too.
Here's my poem, with words from Musee Des Beaux Arts by Auden.
ReplyDeleteSome disasters splash, their cry
disappearing into a green corner.
Everyone wonders if someone, anyone
ever understood their suffering.
Standing, walking, did they ever
take the exact position that means
waiting -- a window into failure,
a forgotten tree hiding from sky?
Everything turns to wood.
Don’t forget the sun, how it shone.
Ellen Goldsmith
VOWS
ReplyDeleteNo one ever forgets the love
that was a mistake, an ocean full
of fading stars, failing triumphs.
The field this morning rains
with summer light, false promises.
In afternoon, the sky listens
as I rehearse a marriage vow
even though I was married thirty
years ago and can’t remember
the people, the food, that vow.
Ellen Goldsmith
Words from Jack Gilbert’s Failing and Flying
these are both wonderful, Ellen!
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