Originally appeared here in June 2017 as "You and I." 

51st Letter to a Poet

I joked with my friend Edward
that you and I
were the Emily Dickinson
and Walt Whitman
of the 21st century! --
you, sharp-witted hymnodist
of the rarest commonplace;
I, bluster-tongued apostle
of rough-hewn exuberance.

Perhaps we're Marianne Moore
and E. E. Cummings:
you, patient recorder
of luminous taxonomies
in intricate rhyme-shy stanzas;
I, subversive formalist,
quirky playful soundsmith
not minding his p's and q's!

Or maybe I'm Robert Lowell,
electric-nerved and manically profuse,
and you're Elizabeth Bishop,
summoning my restless soul
to the serenity of particular things,
of details carefully observed
with a deliberate, painterly eye.


But you are you and I'm me;
we're nobody but ourselves:
word-workers, pen-pals,
pushing back against the pressures
of a chattery, trivial, impatient age.

Poetry by Thomas DeFreitas The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2018-10-28 at 07:13

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Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
It's a fine poem, but, yeah, I think that the ending isn't quite right.

ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
Bravo, Tom.