Kwame Dawes. Courtesy photo. Marwa Helal’s poem is anchored by a line of aspiration and effort, “I am trying to tell you something,” a line, in other words, that might easily be the mantra of all poets.
In “generation of feeling,” she seems to say that poetry, language, and words, arranged and rearranged, alter, change the universe.
These lines should be reassuring even when we are bewildered and alarmed by the strange violence of the first stanza’s image: bones, fires, and the pains of growing.
She invites us to keep rearranging words to achieve hopeful meaning. Sometimes this is what poetry aspires to.
generation of feeling By Marwa Helal
these growing pains though this good will hunting we fallen twigs look like bones waiting to be lit
i am trying to tell you something about how rearranging words rearranges the universe
Kwame Dawes. Courtesy photo. Marwa Helal’s poem is anchored by a line of aspiration and effort, “I am trying to tell you something,” a line, in other words, that might easily be the mantra of all poets.
In “generation of feeling,” she seems to say that poetry, language, and words, arranged and rearranged, alter, change the universe.
These lines should be reassuring even when we are bewildered and alarmed by the strange violence of the first stanza’s image: bones, fires, and the pains of growing.
She invites us to keep rearranging words to achieve hopeful meaning. Sometimes this is what poetry aspires to.
generation of feeling By Marwa Helal
these growing pains though this good will hunting we fallen twigs look like bones waiting to be lit
i am trying to tell you something about how rearranging words rearranges the universe