The Landman is very intimate, uses simple, ordinary language. It's lovely, but to me it isn't a poem, because it has no form. And though for you it has a rhythm, for me it doesn't.
I love the rhymes in the 'Possibilities' one:
not, forgot, spot (which though internal, still is in the rhyme scheme), waiting, isolating, vibrating, then, when. And the way the scheme changes in the second stanza.
The first line catches me: how does one hold one's own soul? At all, let alone so that it doesn't touch another's?
It's all a matter of preference, anyway, everyone's choice is valid. Mine may merely be because I heard this one first and it's imprinted, and the others are always second-best.
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Date: 2004-10-23 09:36 pm (UTC)I love the rhymes in the 'Possibilities' one:
not, forgot, spot (which though internal, still is in the rhyme scheme), waiting, isolating, vibrating, then, when. And the way the scheme changes in the second stanza.
The first line catches me: how does one hold one's own soul? At all, let alone so that it doesn't touch another's?
It's all a matter of preference, anyway, everyone's choice is valid. Mine may merely be because I heard this one first and it's imprinted, and the others are always second-best.