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:
Midnight
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."
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:
OdpowiedzUsuńMidnight
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."