Tuesday, May 07, 2013

Great Regulars: When I try for the thousandth time

to remember past the first stanza of even the short "The Lake Isle of Innisfree," I feel a little better. When I can't remember the title of the book I'm currently reading, oh, thank goodness, Billy Collins--or the speaker in his poem, who is so close to being "him" I suspect he is--can't either.

And that brings me to another thing: we do like to equate the speaker in a poem to the poet, when that seems possible.

from Fleda Brown: Traverse City Record-Eagle: On Poetry: Poetry harnesses ordinary life


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