If 10 poets are looking at a woman sitting on a bus bench.....
The exact same woman, and then Finley takes these 10 poets to the Dublinger...........
And everybody sidles up to the bar..............
Then the bartender pours this crew not 1, not 2....but 3 beers........each
And all of a sudden, out of nowhere.....tablets and pens are produced........
Then Finley hops on top of the bar, stomps his feet and says..............
"I want each of you to please write a poem about that women on the bus we passed."
I wonder, would all these poets write similar poems.
Of course we'll never know the answer, but every once in awhile I run across a work that is written from a P.O.V. that simply blows me away.
EXAMPLE -
Ms. Szymborska “looks at things from an angle you would never think of
looking at for yourself in a million years,” Dr. Cavanagh said on the
day of the Nobel announcement. She pointed to “one stunning poem that’s a
eulogy.”
“It’s about the death of someone close to her that’s done from the point of view of the person’s cat,” she said.
That poem, “Cat in an Empty Apartment,” as translated by Dr. Cavanagh and Mr. Baranczak, opens:
Die — You can’t do that to a cat.
Since what can a cat do
in an empty apartment?
Climb the walls?
Rub up against the furniture?
Nothing seems different here,
but nothing is the same.
Nothing has been moved,
but there’s more space.
And at nighttime no lamps are lit.
Footsteps on the staircase,
but they’re new ones.
The hand that puts fish on the saucer
has changed, too.
Something doesn’t start
at its usual time.
Something doesn’t happen
as it should. Someone was always, always here,
then suddenly disappeared
and stubbornly stays disappeared.
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For once I'm going to shut up, I going to hold back opinions, I want to hear from you....the seasoned poets, do you, should one...try to find different branches in the tree to sit on when writing a poem?
