POEM OF THE WEEK #6


Robert Richman

In his anthology The Direction of Poetry (Houghton Mifflin, 1988), and as poetry editor of The New Criterion, Robert Richman promulgated a "new formalism" -- that is, a revival of traditional rhyme and metrics -- that was only sporadically exemplified by his own poems in Voice in the Wind (Copper Beech Press, 1997), but the stripped-down, almost raw quality of his new work may bring to mind Yeats' adage: "There's more enterprise / In walking naked." This week's poem is one of several meditations on reading from a newly finished manuscript.

 

Dawn

Montale: a dawn-cleansed mortar sky.
Borges: the mad dawn chattering of birds.
Stephen Millhauser: the way the truth
doesn't dawn on you, but dusks on you.
In a poem of mine, I wonder if
a first dawn at a former house
would persist and persist. It has.
This morning I woke up from a dream
where I forgot the other words for daybreak.



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