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  • By Daril Bentley


The world does

not care

what lies along the edge

of the chisel or

upon the face

Of the hammer.

It sees only David there.

Before he was

were hunger,

envy, apathy, aggression—


lunatic, whore,

putrid cart of fishmonger.

Each a model for

his perfection.

Yale Series of Younger Poets Award and New Mexico Book Award for Poetry finalist professional editor Daril Bentley is a Writer’s Digest International Poetry Award Honorable Mention recipient and a Black Mountain Press The 64 Best Poets Series author. Editor of The Bentley Guide to Poets & Poetry in English (2019), his The Box (poems) released in 2021. He has published most recently in Better Than Starbucks, CircleShow, and The Lyric. He makes his home in Elmira, NY.


7 commentaires

03 sept. 2021

I find this poem difficult to understand. And wonder whether it has any meaning at all. Isn't it just being pretentious?

04 sept. 2021
En réponse à

When I read say Keats's 'Ode To A Nightingale' I am not aware of the poem's form obtruding on its content in any way. They work naturally and easily together. So that questions of free verse and formal verse just don't seem to apply. The poem comes across as spontaneous and effortless. And as free as verse could ever hope to be. Whatever else that nightingale certainly isn't in a cage.

Nor is this always the case: there is much more of a quarrel between content and form in the case of Shakespeare's Sonnets for instance.

I am reminded of the quarrel between content and form in the music of Beethoven where he seems like a bird beating its wings…

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