Albany Poetry 
Workshop Logo

Guest Poet Sara Trevisan


You told me
To let you be.
Did you really
Say so?
I thought I'd heard
Words of love
Hiding beneath
Your serious smile.
The coldness
You'd been wearing
Was so fake,
You'd blushed
As soon as I came in.
No -- you said --
I have my status,
My position --
You cause me
Just because
You fear your heart.

June, 2002

Sara Trevisan's questions:

1) is it too simple? too naive? That is what I felt, though.

2) Is poetry without any lexical density, with just common terms too childish?

3) can't ideas be expressed fully by just using simple words?

Editor's Note: We receive many, many poems in this vein: the dissing of a lover by another and the resulting agony and self-loathing. We post this one for your consideration because it goes beyond tortured self-absorption, and raises issues of status and class. Furthermore, the author's questions accompanying this poem raise some questions applicable to all poetry. Sara, we hope the lover stubs his toe.

APW Guests' Pages

APW Home