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My help comes from the Lord,
the Maker of Heaven and earth,
He will not let your foot slip-
He who watches over you will not slumber.
-Psalms 121:2,3

 
The ProgenyArdithSharonJasonDerek

Wednesday, October 14, 2009

More Poetry...

Introduction to Poetry

I ask them to take a poem
and hold it up to the light
like a color slide

or press an ear against its hive.

I say drop a mouse into a poem
and watch him probe his way out,

or walk inside the poem's room
and feel the walls for a light switch.

I want them to waterski
across the surface of a poem
waving at the author's name on the shore.

But all they want to do
is tie the poem to a chair with rope
and torture a confession out of it.

They begin beating it with a hose
to find out what it really means.

----Billy Collins

2 Comments:

Blogger Thainamu said...

Bad memories of Eng Lit class are coming to mind...

10/14/2009 08:07:00 AM  
Blogger Sharon said...

Preach it, brother Billy!

10/14/2009 11:33:00 AM  

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