Reading a Poem I Don’t Understand
It feels like trying
to catch a leaf
with someone
else’s hands
I don’t know yet
if I like it
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It feels like trying
to catch a leaf
with someone
else’s hands
I don’t know yet
if I like it
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But the pleasure in most things poetic is reading it–seeing it for the first time–is the ability to not have to like it at all.
I agree. Poems fill a greater need when they can be understood and speak to us.
Bruce Florence
great analogy!