|Forest and Dove, 1927, Max Ernst|
The wood-doves are singing along the Perkiomen.
The bass lie deep, still afraid of the Indians.
In the one ear of the fisherman, who is all
One ear, the wood-doves are singing a single song.
The bass keep looking ahead, upstream, in one
Direction, shrinking from the spit and splash
Of waterish spears. The fisherman is all
One eye, in which the dove resembles a dove.
There is one dove, one bass, one fisherman.
Yet coo becomes rou-coo, rou-coo. How close
To the unstated theme each variation comes . . .
In that one ear it might strike perfectly:
State the disclosure. In that one eye the dove
Might spring to sight and yet remain a dove.
The fisherman might be the single man
In whose breast, the dove, alighting, would grow still.
Wallace Stevens (1879-1955): Thinking of a Relation between the Images of Metaphors, from Transport to Summer, 1947
Good day, poets! This is Anmol (alias HA) and it is my pleasure to be hosting you here at With Real Toads for the (Inter)National Poetry Month. For The Tuesday Platform, share with us a link to one poem, old or new, in the linking widget down below. If you are participating in the Poetry Month marathon or simply seeking inspiration, here is an optional challenge for you, for the 2nd day of this month-long celebration. I hope you get to achieve your target:
Write a poem, lyrical or prosaic, metrical or free verse, short or long, from the perspective of an inanimate object. It may be something in your very room, for instance, a pen stand or a flickering light bulb or that used paper you have been meaning to put in the trash. Let your imagination run free and weave a story or an experiential narration, as if you were that object. Do not forget to emulate what Wallace Stevens has to say about images of metaphors.
Once you have linked, do not forget to visit & read others' posts and sharing your words with them. I look forward to enjoying your creative craftsmanship. Happy Writing!