01-31-2012, 12:09 PM
The notion of "cleaving" should probably imbue most poetry -- at least, that which I like the best has at least two separate things going on. It's just that when it becomes more of a sledgehammering "decipher my poem or you're not as clever as I am", I tend to shrug and wander off. I'm sure I've mentioned before that I don't like things that box themselves in and the reader with them, no matter how spectacularly clever the box.
It could be worse