Recently I have enjoyed thinking about the poem "Bunny Slope" by Polish poet Tadeusz Dabrowski (found here in The Paris Review, Issue 219, Winter 2016) and offered below.
When I write a poem, the first draft often is the longest -- I spill words onto the page and then attempt to edit out what does not need to be said. When I read poetry, I like it when the poem does not "tell all" but offers a framework for my discovery.
Bunny Slope by Tadeusz Dabrowski
(translated from Polish by Antonia Lloyd-Jones)
When I’m writing a poem,
there’s less and less of it.
As I approach the mountains,
they vanish behind a gentle hill,
behind the bunny slope.
When I’m writing a poem,
there’s less and less of it.
As I approach the mountains,
they vanish behind a gentle hill,
behind the bunny slope.
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