Ronald Moran, Journeying with a Poem

Ronald Moran
JOURNEYING WITH A POEM

 

It is not that hard to figure out why
the first
and all subsequent readings seem
as if
that one poem came from a distant
way
of life, and that we are supposed
to read
it in a context unfamiliar to anyone
here,

perhaps, in whatever galactic cluster
it left
and then had settled into the fertile
mind
of a new poet, studying how to write
poetry
in the Deep South, a sensuous poem
by one
overcome and embarrassed by his
seminar

leader and eight other bewildered
students,
and had to take their sneers, jokes
and
whatever young writers must endure
for making
a poem far from the norm, when it
could be
a product of the splintered and maybe
even

symptomatic aura of a culture trying
to give
traumatic birth to a poem, or whatever
name
fits, as if both the poet and the poem
are waiting
for a sign to keep going, just as long as
they are
willing to embrace what they hold as
dear.

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