I ask them to take a poem
and hold it up to the light
like a color slide
or press an ear against its hive.
I say drop a mouse into a poem
and watch him probe his way out,
or walk inside the poem's room
and feel the walls for a light switch.
I want them to water-ski
across the surface of a poem
waving at the author's name on the shore.
But all they want to do
is tie the poem to a chair with rope
and torture a confession out of it.
They begin beating it with a hose
to find out what it really means.
-Billy Collins, Sailing Alone Around the Room
2 comments:
"They begin beating it with a hose to find out what it really means"
--sounds like the discussions in my English class! "Now class, what do you think this story REALLY means? .."
Yep, this is a great poem...makes me think about how I read....
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