So much poetry to discover. Finding ‘new’ poems is as random as selecting which rabbit hole to go down, deciding which names to explore and connections to make.
In the last poets I’m reading post, Rosemary Dobson’s work Over the frontier was tagged as a reverie on a poem by Zbigniew Herbert. I have no idea which poem was Dobson’s reference, but I particularly liked this one of his.
Objects – Zbigniew Herbert
Inanimate objects are always correct and cannot,
unfortunately, be reproached with anything. I have never
observed a chair shift from one foot to another, or a bed
rear on its hind legs. And tables, even when they are
tired, will not dare to bend their knees. I suspect that
objects do this from pedagogical considerations, to
reprove us constantly for our instability.