I just heard that there were these scandalous writers called Language poets who didn't make any sense, and I wanted to go and see for myself what they were like, and some of them didn't do much for me, but this writer, Rae Armantrout, did an awful lot, and I kept reading her until I felt I knew what was going on, as I do with this poem.
قد سمعت أن هنالك بعض الكتاب المخزيين يسمون ب “شعراء اللغة الذين لا يعنون شيئا " وأردت أن أذهب لأرى كيف يكونون وبعضهم لم يجذبوا انتباهي لكن هذا الكاتب "ري ارمنتراوت" فعل الكثير من الشنائع، وأنا واصلت قراءتها حتى شعرت بأنني قد عرفت بما يحدث، كما فعلت مع هذه القصيدة.