Poetry Book

So I signed out this book of poetry at the library.
It had a crow on it. I like crows. So I signed it out. From the library.
Here's what it looks like.

And here's the first entry:

I have no song.

Think consonants--
hard beads
at the back of my throat.

Think black fan
snapped open.

It was raven
who stole the sun,
not me.

Think Hasidim,

barefoot
on a sandy beach

So yeah. I like crows, and you know what? I like this poem. It took some convincing, but it grew on me. I just like the non-conventional ways she described a crow. It's just very different than how I would have done it. It's simple, barebones. The Hasidim line is a bit frustrating, because I had to look up what that is, but this poet likes to throw in cultural/religious references often.

My favorite poem of hers is called "White Camellias," which goes about describing her unwritten poems as if they were people around her. "One got drunk with nine sailors in San Fransisco / and woke up with a tattoo on her ankle"; "The poems I write tire easily of metaphor-- / to them, the seas is a sea and the owl a bird and not some / messenger of death." And it goes on like this for a few pages, just describing unwritten poems like sailors or young girls. It gave me this imagery I relate to, because I see all these things I want to write about, but I just never do. Like her "unwritten poems." To me, she's listing off a bunch of things she's experienced, or seen, or simply wanted to write about. It's an interesting, perhaps self away, style of writing. I'm not so sure if I'd call it metafiction though.

The back of the book describes this as a collection of epiphanies. Yep. Seems acurate to me. I've never really cared for the idea of epiphany, but I think she really nailed it with "White Camellias." I'm curious, though, what a non-poet would think of it. Probably nothing. Do non-poets read poetry?

If you can poetry, can you poefail?