This is a small poetry club that started as a poetry email exchange between two friends. Our goal is to read a poem everyday, and this blog is one way to help keep us accountable. There is only one valid rule in poetry club: there are no rules in poetry club. Read any poem, in any order, with any or no interactions. You decide. We only suggest you read poetry!
25 Jan: "Poem" by Ernest Hemingway
The only man I ever loved Said good bye And went away He was killed in Picardy On a sunny day.
Your last comment really interested me. This same human condition keeps returning through all types of poems. What exactly are we really trying to explain/record? It really seems to be the subject of everything...there is a problem (the human condition), and we...are trying to figure it out. The deaths carry on....because in death, the problem no longer exists- it is either solved and dissolves or it really does live on- in us.
Typical Hemingway: short, sad, and full of story between the lines.
ReplyDeleteIt connects well with yesterday's poem. A narrator that cannot master the art of losing. This loss will prevent the narrator from ever loving again.
Hemingway, the war veteran, tells how the injustices of young men drafted and killed in war do not cease with their deaths.
Your last comment really interested me. This same human condition keeps returning through all types of poems. What exactly are we really trying to explain/record? It really seems to be the subject of everything...there is a problem (the human condition), and we...are trying to figure it out. The deaths carry on....because in death, the problem no longer exists- it is either solved and dissolves or it really does live on- in us.
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