
This is a poem that inspires me to write. I love the way Victoria Chang plays with language in this poem, with the sound of a round, the kind of song that repeats back on itself, weaving its words into a braid. I also love the spaces in the lines that don’t correspond with pauses in the text as you might normally read it. I feel like she’s bending and breaking conventions, and it all adds up to a kind of music that you feel as much as understand. And then that great, strong last line.

[All through April, I’m featuring a favorite poem every day, along with a link where you can read it. Some are classics, some are newer, but each one is the kind of poem that I read, love, and immediately want to tell all my friends about. What better to time to share them than National Poetry Month?]
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