The Beauties of the Named Land
by A.J. Huffman
The Italian showed. (No surprise.)
The language, like all born with the full expectation,
should tongue conversation.
Then renewed: the question regarding the engraving.
It was important.
Explained.
(The poet might find his burial.)
We believe from sorrow: He deserves a churchyard.
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A complex little knot of a poem whose unraveling may be in the title. “The Beauties (It’s about language, spoken and written, and the art of that.) of the Named Land” (giving expression a name–“Italian”–so it can be “explained”) designates the place where “the poet might find his burial”: civilization’s traditional “churchyard” the traditional expresser of “sorrow…deserves.” It neatly ties up personal expression into our general conception of it; beautiful in those terms but also limiting. Irony here, I “believe.”