Catch
Robert Francis
Two boys uncoached are tossing a poem together,
Overhand, underhand, backhand, sleight of hand, everyhand,
Teasing with attitudes, latitudes, interludes, altitudes,
High, make him fly off the ground for it, low, make him stoop,
Make him scoop it up, make him as-almost-as possible miss it,
Fast, let him sting from it, now, now fool him slowly,
Anything, everything tricky, risky, nonchalant,
Anything under the sun to outwit the prosy,
Over the tree and the long sweet cadence down,
Over his head, make him scramble to pick up the meaning,
And now, like a posy, a pretty one plump in his hands.
This poem reminds me of how I used to view poets when they are composing their pieces. I used to think they purposely made it tricky and difficult to find the meaning. Now, I feel more comfortable with approaching a poem and working through it to find deeper meanings. This poem almost seems humerous to me now because I feel like this author is making fun of the poeple who accuse poets of trying to deceive the readers. I loved how he compared it to playing catch, because instead of having straight throws back and forth, these boys are trying to make it difficult to catch by having them work to get at it. It’s the same thing as poetry, because to tell the meaning straight out would be boring, while changing it up and making it slightly ambiguous forces you to put effort into catching the meaning. There needs to be two people, because youre always writing for another, and so one can throw and one can catch, or write and read. It can be both difficult to catch the meaning and throw a decent general idea.