I love what Frost says about the righthand margin of the poem, and your comments confirm what I often do myself, instinctively, when I read poetry.
Great poems on this thread - thoroughly enjoyed reading them. And I agree about Robert Francis - a poet I adore. I was lucky enough to go to one of his readings when he was really old but still sporting a wide ironic grin. Zen insight indeed, Tim, as in this poem which I'm sure you know:
Waxwings
Four Tao philosophers as cedar waxwings
chat on a February berry bush
in sun, and I am one.
Such merriment and such sobriety--
the small wild fruit on the tall stalk--
was this not always my true style?
Above an elegance of snow, beneath
a silk-blue sky a brotherhood of four
birds. Can you mistake us?
To sun, to feast, and to converse
and all together--for this I have abandoned
all my other lives.
--Robert Francis
[This message has been edited by Andrew Frisardi (edited June 19, 2008).]
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