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On Reading Poetry
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What do I think about your
poems? Let me explain.

When you speak of numbers everywhere
I see the universe revolving,
a spiral nebula, all over it,
pale blue lights, and brighter
white ones flashing. Underneath,
between the glowing swirls,
a dark part, thin dark line.

And here, when the glass broke,
a man's square face hung
anguished in red light and all
the scattered pieces red - I cried.

In this one, I saw straight edges,
everyone dressed in white, smiling -
the world a perfect fit, no book
uneven on the shelf, and all doors
hanging true. No, there were no doors
in it - but the ones not there
were straight, and lined with oak.

I know that's not good criticism.
Don't be annoyed.

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Kim Hodges
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Copyright © Kim Hodges
September 1996

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