Today was the day I decided to seduce him as I sat sipping tea and feeling him on my tongue as I watched his hands move and his eyebrows go up as his mouth twisted in that funny way to read Frost When he turned around I swear it was to address my eyes alone I got all his jokes and asides and I knew that he knew that if I was laughing that was all that mattered Today was the day I listened intently to meter and his comments on how even in his graduate classes people cheat themselves out of metered poetry because like the rest of us they don’t like things they don’t understand but I understand you your words are my poetry Today was the day I decided to seduce him quietly so I stayed after the others went overhearing stories I stayed until every last of them left and he turned around to me he said I understand things well I decided to seduce him tomorrow
I usually don't read or like prose poetry, but this completely and utterly blew me away. I'm still not entirely sure that I know how to read it (pretending that I was reading it aloud helped), but I would have to say that in my completely untrained opinion, this is a spectacular example of prose poetry.
The ending throws me off just a little. I understand why you've ended it like you did, and I think that for the most part, it is very effective. I feel like maybe there is something missing between the last two lines, however. I'm imagining that space filled with something about him (description of his eyes or some other distinguishing feature, maybe?).
I usually don't read or like prose poetry, but this completely and utterly blew me away. I'm still not entirely sure that I know how to read it (pretending that I was reading it aloud helped), but I would have to say that in my completely untrained opinion, this is a spectacular example of prose poetry.
The ending throws me off just a little. I understand why you've ended it like you did, and I think that for the most part, it is very effective. I feel like maybe there is something missing between the last two lines, however. I'm imagining that space filled with something about him (description of his eyes or some other distinguishing feature, maybe?).
Far better it is
to dare mighty things,
to win glorious triumphs
even though checkered by failure,
than to rank
with those poor spirits
who neither enjoy
nor suffer
much
because they live
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