And she who is born,
she who sings and cries,
she who begins the passage, her hair
sprouting out,
her gums budding for her first spring on earth,
the mist still clinging about
her face, puts
her hand
into her father's mouth, to take hold of
his song.
—Galway Kinnell The Book of Nightmares
Did that stanza have sing-songy bounce? Alas, I couldn't tell. I have to assume that if I had official poetry analyzing experience would readily agree with you, but as for now-- I only know it's not good if you tell me it's not good. And I was suprised to hear that it wasn't good.
compared to the original, it's sing-songy, and to my ear. But of course, I'm bound to notice mostly the flaws...seeing everything I didn't get right... which is what the article is about, mostly.
But what do I know? My official poetry analyzing license expired last year, and I haven't renewed it...
2 comments:
What a sad article. You sound so defeated.
Did that stanza have sing-songy bounce? Alas, I couldn't tell. I have to assume that if I had official poetry analyzing experience would readily agree with you, but as for now-- I only know it's not good if you tell me it's not good. And I was suprised to hear that it wasn't good.
Get it?
You're so sweet!
compared to the original, it's sing-songy, and to my ear. But of course, I'm bound to notice mostly the flaws...seeing everything I didn't get right... which is what the article is about, mostly.
But what do I know? My official poetry analyzing license expired last year, and I haven't renewed it...
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