I have been always delighted with rhetorical questions. Here a beautiful example of how it should be done. One is actually a whole poem; I made a clumsy essay about it yesterday. Anyway the pure substance here:
When you say it's gonna happen "now"
Well, when exactly do you mean ?
See I've already waited too long
And all my hope is gone
"How Soon is Now" in Hatful of Hollow of The Smiths
Punctured bicycle
On a hillside desolate
Will nature make a man of me yet ?
"This Charming Man" in Hatful of Hollow of The Smiths
Why should I blame her that she filled my days
With misery, or that she would of late
Have taught to ignorant men most violent ways,
Or hurled the little streets upon the great,
Had they but courage equal to desire?
What could have made her peaceful with a mind
That nobleness made simple as a fire,
With beauty like a tightened bow, a kind
That is not natural in an age like this,
Being high and solitary and most stern?
Why, what could she have done, being what she is?
Was there another Troy for her to burn?
"No Second Troy" in De Hardey a Heaney. Poesía Inglesa del Siglo XX. Ed. Eva Cruz Yañez. UNAM: México. 2003.
Friday, March 7, 2008
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