Wednesday, September 17, 2014
"Prairie Song" -- a poem by Julie Shavin
I keep listening to this.
Even though I'm an American, this thing affects me with a certain exoticism. It's quietly freaky and compelling, panoramic and metaphysical, moody and bizarre. I hope it also freaks out my foreign readers, who experience the haunted breeze of its old-west quintessence.
Besides all that, I think this is a well-crafted poem, an actual poem. Such things are rare these days.