The third day of April asks for the third of my favorite poems. They are not ranked, mind you. Today’s poem is one of the first I encountered by the late New York School poet Kenneth Koch. It is poetic not so much because of the meter and rhyme (there is hardly any), but rather because of its language and the imagery it calls to mind. At one point, I even attempted to translate this into German.
As on the first day, this also includes an audio recording of the poet reading his piece. It is of the slightly longer kind, but definitely worth the trip. Enjoy.
Other poems for April
Poets.org: Jane Mead, “The Origin”