Reading
Frank Bidart’s new collection of poems Metaphysical
Dog, I learned something about how I read poetry. I learned from the
absence of something.
In
reading a poetry collection, I usually look for one poem, any poem, that will
center the entire collection for me. It might be the title poem, though it
often isn’t. But one poem becomes, for me, the filter for the rest, a kind of
prism of understanding what the poet has done with the poems he or she has
included in this particular collection. I admit that this may be a practice
peculiar to me.
I
didn’t find that one poem in reading Metaphysical
Dog, even after reading it three times.
However,
I had a fall-back position. I ended up reading the collection of 39 poems as a
single poem, each individual part blending into what preceded and what came
after. I don’t believe Bidart wrote the poems that way, but that is how I
ultimately understood the collection.
To
continue reading, please see my post today at Tweetspeak
Poetry.
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