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While reading A Poetry Handbook by Mary Oliver, the following lines from the chapter "Verse that is Free" about the evolution of free verse poetry really struck me:
"Now a line was needed that would sound and feel not like formal speech but like conversation. What was needed was a line which, when read, would feel as spontaneous, as true to the moment, as talk in the street, or talk between friends in one's own house."
Oliver concludes this section by saying, "The poem was no longer a lecture, it was time spent with a friend."
I then picked up the new issue of American Poet and read "Night Madness Poem" by Sandra Cisneros:
There's a poem in my head
like too many cups of coffee.
A pea under twenty eiderdowns.
A sadness in my heart like stone.
I'm good at making friends, and they're good at finding me. Time with a good poem is a treasure.
What do you think about free verse? Do you agree or disagree with Oliver?