Wednesday, November 15, 2017

a poem from Polish poet Tadeusz Rózewicz

poetry doesn't always
take the form
of a poem

after fifty years
of writing
may appear
to the poet
in the shape of a tree
a bird
flying away
it takes the shape
of lips
it nests in their silence

or it lives in a poem
devoid of form and content

                          Oct. 13, 1988

So  this is in line with an earlier question, whether or not a poem can exist without words.  I think.  Found a collection, Sobbing Superpower: selected poems of Tadeusz Rózewicz, in our coffeeshop down here this morning.     (posting from Texas, Sylvia Manning)

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