The Crime of Poetic Analysis Posted on May 8, 2020 by MIKECOHENSAYS... poetry you can trust THE AUTOPSY A mysterious beauty, the poem… Suspicious, curious, fascinated, we do what we must to understand. But analysis of beauty is not beautiful There is scraping, cutting, and digging. When whole, it is too hard to grasp. The urge to take it to hand is too strong to resist. We must insist. Must scrape, cut, dig to make it comprehensible. When at last we’ve seen enough to satisfy our suspicion and curiosity, we understand how grand a thing it was intact, how terrible a thing we’ve done: The autopsy. Sorry. We should at least have waited until after it was dead. Share this:TwitterFacebookLike this:Like Loading... Related