Guest poem submitted by Dale Rosenberg:
(Poem #1836) Don't let that horse
Don't let that horse eat that violin cried Chagall's mother But he kept right on painting And became famous And kept on painting The Horse With Violin In Mouth And when he finally finished it he jumped up upon the horse and rode away waving the violin And then with a low bow gave it to the first naked nude he ran across And there were no strings attached
I was surprised to see that only two of Ferlinghetti's poems have made it to minstrels. He's my favorite of the Beat poets, and this is one of my favorite poems of his. I love his exuberance and the sheer *fun* of his poems. In this one I admire his ability to use humor without snarkiness, to convey the joy of creation of art. I saw him read this one when I was in high school. I can still see his smile at the last line and hear the audience's happy laughter. Dale Rosenberg.