Professor Matthew introduced me to Juan Felipe Herrera's work. Inspiring. Herrera writes and sings Hispanic, Jazz, Egyptian, color, images, sounds -- everything he experiences. He photographs angles that pop out to him and to no one else. I felt entranced by the new work in my life, by my new hero. Later, Matthew said, Herrera wrote, "She got me," about my poem, an honor to me.
Infinity
After Juan Felipe Herrera
Lists of abstracts I thought
as I pondered Juan's poems
Adjectives placed before nouns
that in such proximity
astound
Some lines astound this reader
meandering the skyways
in lazy eights, then in chanderelles
an astounded reader pilots her plane
Where to go while we are up here?
In my mind I hear the sounds
of the hooves as the horses pass by
pulling the Christmas carriages
the couples tiddly with Champagne
the children giddy by the ride
their laughter gleesome to me --
turn again my eyes to my book
and to Juan's astounding line I succumb --
first, you must know the secret, there is no poem.
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