On love, from Franz Wright.
Description of Her Eyes
Two teaspoonfuls,
and my mind goes
everyone can kiss my ass now—
then it’s changed,
I change my mind.
Eyes so sad, and infinitely kind.
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If Wright’s, Description of Her Eyes, can be considered a poem as well as a valid statement about what love is, then one has to accept the probability that poetry and love no longer exist.
I generally find something worthwhile in each of your daily poems, and in most poetry. Some poetry, like this one, makes me wonder how this guy won a Pulitzer, and secondly, do these poets have to publish everything that crosses their mind, no matter how inane?
Give me Wordsworth!
Wow. I have to disagree with the other posters. This is one of my favorites.
We flicker profoundly in our emotions. I take this little piece as honest; it carries the heavy and the light. The two teaspoons go to the fierce in him; his eyes then open him to the sublime of the person he is with.
I like the rhyming and allusion in “mind” and “kind.”
This poem contains a lot in a very few words and makes me think. I wonder however about the two teaspoons. Teaspoons of what? What would make a person’s mind go “everyone can kiss my ass now”? But it’s clear that the love expressed in the eyes that watch him cause him to change his mind, whatever the relationship between the two of them.
I like it!
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