americans love poetry so bloody damn much,
they lovingly collect it and spade it into mulch.
my favorite book is that big fat norton anthology;
it’s made for students of physical anthropology!
the problem is that poetry is not a common art,
but something buried in text, and not recited from heart.
did’ja know that the most loved poet of all time- hafez,
never wrote a line, but by word of mouth became the buzz!
let’s face it- we don’t have the conversational rhythm,
to turn our speech into poetry, and surpass the hymn.
rap might be the answer were it not so crude and violent:
beauty always longs to fulfill itself in soft silence.
darvish cries out for that speech that turns into lovely song-
he hugs the verse of that australian, francis brabazon!
