poniedziałek, 9 czerwca 2014

Polish School

Grzegorz Wróblewski


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Grzegorz Wróblewski

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  1. I had a long standing argument with Emily Dickinson when I was a student. I thought therre was something thin in her poems. Too much hype and not enough hipness. Here's a poem I wrote about her work:


    Somewhere there is
    A short lyric by Emily
    Dickinson that begins
    With that straight dark word

    "Midnight" and ends
    With these two quiet lines:
    "The train passes oh so slowly
    But the grief will never end."

    When I first read it I was
    Young, eighteen, a student.
    Too young to know what
    Really feeds us, I laughed

    And said to my friend Mike
    Rychlewski, "And they call
    This oatmeal poetry? They
    Should feed it to the cows."