Since I got an email asking, "What is your poem 'altar of the apocalypse' about?," I decided I'd republish it here, and see if anyone can help me figure it out.(There may actually be a meaning. No promises, though.)
For Ezra Pound
altar of the apocalypse
the trade school dairy
strewn with gold foil and manganese,
the steam exhaust of scented ferns
[Tie close-up added late, and cross-posted at that poetic parade, Mr. A's world of tacky ties.]
2 comments:
One of my favorite poetry quotes is by Heather McHugh, who said of her work:
"It's not ABOUT about."
I hear that. Much like "A poem should not mean, but be," Archibald MacLeish's imagist dogma.
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