I had my poetry class again this evening and a poem was discussed that I quite liked. So now I will share it with you. This poem comes from a poetry anthology called The Made Thing.
Narcissus and Echo
By Fred Chappell
Shall the water not remember Ember
my hand's slow gesture, tracing above of
is mirror my half-imaginary airy
portrait? My only belonging longing
is my beauty, which I take ache
away and then return, as love of
teasing playfully the one being unbearing.
whose gratitute I treasure Is your
moves me. I live apart heart
from myself, yet cannot not
live apart. In the water's tonem stone?
that brilliant silence, a flower Hour,
whispers my name with such a slight light
moment, it seems filament of air, fare
the world become cloudswell. well.
This poem is what Fred Chappell refers to as a "Shadowbox". It's where he has one poem inside of another poem. When he reads this poem for an audience, he has his wife read the italicized portion from where she sits in the audience. It's also helpful to know the story of Narcissus and Echo before reading this poem. Beautiful, isn't it?
--Blair
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