The Poet Who Is Anarchic
The poet who is anarchic
has a devil of a time.
He takes sheets of paper,
tears them into shreds,
pastes the shreds together
with a tainted glue.
The poet who is anarchic
wades in churlish waters,
plays with deconstruction,
unhinges his tangled metaphors,
sweetens his fractured syntax
with a secret rhyme.
The poet who is anarchic
scowls at Walt Whitman,
laughs with Rabelais,
angers Ben Jonson,
whispers with Mallarme.
The poet who is anarchic
has a devil of a time.
Harriet Zinnes
Alison Croggon
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Home page: http://alisoncroggon.com
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