Friday, May 12, 2006
A hit of consciousness
the world, which calls him, calls him, woos him, till
the heart forgets why it was clenched in the first place.
I know no better description of the self-protective impulse that too often governs our lives than the clenched heart.
I usually have trouble with long poems, but the long ones in Re-entry I think are the strongest and not at all hard to get through; especially "My Bicentennial Year," "Cineplex," and the final poem, "Santa Croce." They give space to the vastness of the perceived world, and to our experience of the world: rich in detail, marvelous in their sympathy for human feeling. You can read "My Bicentennial Year" here.
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