Isn't There A Curious Elegance In How

Isn't There A Curious Elegance In How One Moment Passes Into Another?

A Moment Of Something Between Acceptance And Resignation Of One's Smallness In The World.

I’ll Always Deny That I Kissed Her. I Was Just Whispering Into Her Mouth.

Poetry Does So Many Different Things, It's Difficult To Say Anything Definitive About Its Role, Which Of Course Varies From Culture To Culture. It Can Range From Being Stories Of The Tribe To The Private Lyric, To Being As W.h. Auden Said "the Clear Expression Of Mixed Feelings" To Nonsense Verse.

Exaggerated Sunsets / Splashed With Rain, Odd Collisions / Of Roots, Animals, Seeds. / I Didn't Like A Thing I Saw, / So Much Effort To Be Strange.