Ink runs from the corners of my mouth.
There is no happiness like mine.
I have been eating poetry.
The librairan does not believe what she sees.
Her eyes are sad
and she walks with her hands in her dress.
The poems are gone
The lights are 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 down 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.
-Mark Strand
I find this poem very interesting. First Strand talks about really enjoying poetry,but he doesnt stop there. He actuallly eats it! then later turns into a dog and terrifies a librairan. It is a rather unsusual poem but i like it. The structure of this poem was pretty basic. Its divided into 4 stanzas and almost every line ends with a period. Strand uses an extended metaphor to show his love for poetry with changing into a dog. (YAY i used good literary terms haha :) )
