Words, Words, Words Comments

Your poem ends with a triple repetition of WORDS, which is exactly what Hamlet says to Polonius, who, being a literalist, doesn't have a clue about his meaning. But your poem is wise and grasps the wonder of words and then releases that wonder to your readers. There are so many brilliant insights in this poem I will have to come back to end and spend time with them. But two passages immediately caught me: POETRY SHOULD REQUIRE THE PEOPLE TO SUBMIT TO INNER STRUGGLE and LET WORDS WASH OVER YOU, STRIP YOUR CONSCIOUSNESS NUDE. I am 100% with you on both activities you present. The inner struggle shows poetry enhances our interior life, and the effort at understanding we must willingly make. Letting words wash over our selves is often the best first step in dealing with a poem, especially modernist poetry.