I was struck by how relevant this poem is to the times we’re living in now.
I don’t remember ever questioning the how or why of fireflies.
Whether or not he knew or believed it during his life, Allen Ginsberg is a historical poet and had some pretty amazing imagery skillz as well.
“as small as a world and as large as alone.”
It makes me flinch and cringe and feel angry and sad and afraid.
I first read Dance in high school, and it’s one I come back to when my life gets crazy.
I think Charles Bukowski knew what it was like to spend a lot of time in the dark.
It accurately captures my (and many people’s) frustration with the wide gap between the American Promise and the American Reality.
E. E. Cummings tackled some big ideas–love, time–and he was somehow able to perfectly capture the bigness of those ideas in small poems.