In general how important do you think place is to poetry?
Well, if words really are the daughters of earth, it would be very important. Aspiring poets seem to know they ought to read widely and deeply, but often forget to observe the very world around them. Observation is at the heart of all good metaphor, and metaphor at the heart of all good poetry. Shallow observation announces itself pretty loudly. We can't expect a poet to fly without some grounding.
In a field of wheat,
on a dragon's tongue,
at the bottom of
a bottle of rum
at the axiom
of a metaphor
and a bad pun,
The quality of the outside light is shifting,
a chilly glare thawing to something brighter,
something softer, something slowly drifting
into a Maxfield Parrish glow, a hint
at least. The pulse picks up. The head gets lighter
as something like romance scents the cloying air.
A coming fling? It isn't that at all.
No woman waits behind a brownstone's stoop.
It's something else. I'll let you in the loop:
I'm thinking of New York some time last fall.
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