Tuesday, November 09, 2010

Great Regulars: I find the whole poem strangely mimetic,

as if the sonnet itself had mysteriously turned into the guitar. Its sound-box is left vibrating with emotional chords that, once touched, linger a long time in the reader's mind.

[by Paul Henry]

The Black Guitar

from Carol Rumens: The Guardian: Books blog: Poem of the week: The Black Guitar by Paul Henry

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