James Merrill: Playing our song

This is maybe my favorite James Merrill poem. And a good example of why I think all poetry is conceptual poetry, as all poetry is ‘language’ poetry — This is found language, formed by the poet into a lyric — even rhymed, poem. Maybe the last line is trite, but… #dontcare, this poem is fucking gorgeous. RADIO by James Merrill Behind grillwork (buff plastic In would-be deco style) The war goes on. With each further Hair’s-breadth turn of the dial: “Kids love it —” “Sex probe in Congress Triggers rage and denial,” The weatherman predicting Continued cold and rain, Then…