08-29-2022, 07:50 PM
The rhymes in this poem are forced, without artistic beauty of any kind.
And that’s why they work.
There is no poetry after Auschwitz.
There is no elegance in death, especially an untimely one.
The staccato nature of the lines mirrored the absurdity of the subject at hand.
At least, for me.
The only exception I’d make to this is the verse/perverse line, which was just plain confusing
This poem has all the beauty of authenticity and controlled passion
And that’s why they work.
There is no poetry after Auschwitz.
There is no elegance in death, especially an untimely one.
The staccato nature of the lines mirrored the absurdity of the subject at hand.
At least, for me.
The only exception I’d make to this is the verse/perverse line, which was just plain confusing
This poem has all the beauty of authenticity and controlled passion