“beneath the city they have buried certain words
which can never be spoken again”
On days where I get no human email correspondences, I can rely on poets.org’s Poem A Day to provide me with inspiration and entertainment (sign up to their mailing list here). This poem, Utopian, was emailed round on April 22nd 2016 ( the day we learned of the tragic loss of Prince) and beautifully conjures a Utopia as seen by the narrator’s neighbour’s daughter.
I love this poem because it ties Utopia to the realm of the wholly personal, and is gently laced with the feeling of escapism children so easily embody. As we read it, the poem becomes a vehicle for the young girl’s feelings about her parents’ divorce. What personal issues would you banish in your Utopia? Can you render them in a way similar to Alicia Ostriker?