The easiest way to ruin a poem
is to read it like a poem
with stilted voice and stately oration
designed to show the poet’s construction
– poetry, as read by “poets”
who learned in English class that
“poetry is the highest form of language.”
I do not agree.
Poetry is distilled emotion,
concentrated essence of the darlings a novelist must murder,
packaged up with that punch that took Emily Dickinsons’ head off.
Poems should be read
as if by Robert Frost’s neighbor,
with sinewy hands moving rocks through the darkness,
springing forth to hurl them through our defensive walls:
the poet as savage.
Poetry should be many things:
inspiring, depressing,
comforting, enlightening,
homespun, heartwrenching.
It should never be safe.