Made for Each Other?

Sarah, dear friend on the left coast,

sends me a Charles Simic doodle,

and wonders: "Why is this poem good?

Because it's in The New Yorker?"


I must marry Sarah.

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Written on 2022-03-06 at 07:10

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jim The PoetBay support member heart!
It would make a pretty good discussion as to why Simic's seems, or seemed, lacking, while Williams's seems so rich:

The Red Wheelbarrow

so much depends

a red wheel

glazed with rain

beside the white


jim The PoetBay support member heart!
Don't knock The New Yorker, it has Roz Chast, and she is worth ten times price of admission!

For the curious (I'm guessing this is the poem):

An alarm clock
With no hands
Ticking loudly
On the town dump

MetaPoetics The PoetBay support member heart!
This made me smile. :) The thing about magazines like The New Yorker is anything that's printed on them sounds too important — it comes with an air of authority, ha!