I was specially attracted to poetry. I guess partially because I am lazy and I have short attention span to finish a novel. Partially I felt that those poems are calling on me. They arose feeling inside of me. In particular, I was drawn to poems with themes of death, pain, loss, youth and love. I like short poems. I like poets who used verbs cunning in their poems.
It is what I have experienced as Mark Strand wrote in his poem "Eating Poetry".
Ink runs from the corners of my mouth.
There is no happiness like mine.
I have been eating poetry.
The librarian does not believe what she sees.
Her eyes are sad and she walks with her hands in her dress.
The poems are gone.
The light is dim.
The dogs are on the basement stairs and coming up.
Their eyeballs roll, their blond legs burn like brush.
The poor librarian begins to stamp her feet and weep.
She does not understand.
When I get on my knees and lick her hand, she screams.
I am a new man.
I snarl at her and bark.
I romp with joy in the bookish dark.
Interestingly, I and Mr. Strand are at different age, race,cultural and education background. See this is the magic of poems. It connects us together. And that is what I look for from literature.
