Who Reads Poetry? Do you?
If my friends do,
they haven’t told me
I think of myself as a guy who reads poems, but I don’t
much. Sometimes in the New
Yorker. But I can go weeks without noticing their poems, which is of
course a problem with the way they present them. I’m more apt to look at books
of poems I might come across in a book store. I like the slimness of poetry
books. I like the way a poem lies alone on a page. Like a spare, white gallery,
one painting per wall.
You might not think of poems when you think of John Updike. But he was good at writing them, of course. Americana touches on a lot of things. Makes you miss him.
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