When I first picked up Heather McHugh’s work[i], I delighted in her witty use of language – the way she was able to pick out a word’s multiple meanings in the course of tightly musical and lyrical verse. Some examples:
From “Spectacles:”[ii]
I don’t move
but the grass in the window
does an utter
smear campaign…
From “Politics:”[iii]
The dog pauses before the fire,
watches, gains
weight, can’t make
light of it, lies
heavy down…
By themselves, these puns and surprising twists of language might suffice, but McHugh combines this wordplay with an unerring attention to the sound and rhythm of her lines as well. Continue reading “Heather McHugh’s Poetic Music”
