CANCELLED???

Actually, I think not. I think it’s just a cruel, belated April Fool’s joke. In honor of Stephen Burt’s proposal, the question for today is: How do you feel about poetry? Scared? Shy? Clueless? Happy? Let me have it.

Billy Collins

And now, a magnificent poem:

Silence
by Billy Collins

There is the sudden silence of the crowd
above a player not moving on the field,
and the silence of the orchid.

The silence of the falling vase
before it strikes the floor,
the silence of the belt when it is not striking the child.

The stillness of the cup and the water in it,
the silence of the moon
and the quiet of the day far from the roar of the sun.

The silence when I hold you to my chest,
the silence of the window above us,
and the silence when you rise and turn away.

And there is the silence of this morning
which I have broken with my pen,
a silence that had piled up all night

like snow falling in the darkness of the house–
the silence before I wrote a word
and the poorer silence now.

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4 thoughts on “CANCELLED???

  1. I’m fairly certain you know how I feel about poetry… I feel totally stupid! Intimidated, scared, frustrated… but I’m stretching my intellectual capacity thanks to you! 🙂

  2. I feel clueless about poetry. I’ve had to write poetry at different times and I vaguely recall learning in high school about rhyming schemes and such but that doesn’t really go with poetry now, I mean no one bothers to rhyme anything. 🙂 I often find myself wondering who gets to decide what’s a good poem (or art in general). I find poetry easier to appreciate when it’s read aloud by someone “in the know.” I like rhyming, gosh darn it, and I like patterns, and I like being able to follow the story of the poem, but orderly poetry isn’t what’s anymore as far as I know. I suppose I don’t particularly care to ponder poems to really grasp the meaning of the words and the way they’re placed. There, more than you wanted. 🙂

  3. Poetry confuses me often, but I love it. I enjoy getting lost in the different stories and I enjoy figuring out what the different meanings behind the words are. The beautiful thing about poetry is that it can mean something to the poet, but it can mean something completely different to the reader, depending on the poem and how they are feeling.

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