The coat
Makes a bad haiku object
For the non-English major
My coat isn’t warm
The wind goes through
The thin fabric
I sing to myself,
And what I do not assume haunts me
For my every atom belongs to you.
I invite you to my soul,
I lean at my ease,
Beautiful as a spear of summer grass.
My tongue, every atom of my blood
Made by love
I, now twenty two years old in perfect health begin,
Hoping to cease not till death.
School onward in silence
Retired, but never forgotten,
Nearing the end for good or for bad,
I permit myself a wish
To have the energy to fight onward.
1 comment:
Nick, I like your first Haiku. It's honest and funny; poetry (even Haiku) does not have to be serious and I'm happy to read the ones you all have created today.
I also find your Walt Whitman "reinvented" poem really interesting! At first I assumed this was a love poem, but the final stanza (about school and wishing for energy to fight) makes me think maybe poem is about this instead. If this is the case, then the "my every atom belongs to you" line maybe means the speaker belongs to the school? Creepy. Haunting. But very true for students! Whether this meaning was intended or not, I enjoyed reading the poem!
Also,though you are not an English major, you bring interesting insights and opinions to our class discussion. As far as the analysis is concerned, just choose poems that mean something to you and you'll do fine.
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