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This poem is based on the first line of Marianne Moore’s poem “Poetry.”
I too dislike poetry,
The way it entangles me in its meter and rhyme and form,
Enrapturing the senses and demanding my attention—
I too dislike the distractions
That words are, tumbling through the mind like the footsteps of children:
Joyful and yet obnoxious, because you feel
The silence without them—
I too dislike the silence
That comes from a poemless world
And a poemless mind.
~H