The Singer Trilogy by Calvin Miller was the first poetry I ever loved. I’d read poetry before and been temporarily entertained by a brilliant line or a beautiful moment. But I’d never read poetry eagerly, excited to read the next line even though I knew the story.
Love is substance. Lust, illusion.
Only in the surge of passion
Do they mingle in confusion.
This is the only poetry I’ve ever read that made me want to write poetry, serious poetry, not just a few quick lines. I’ve read some of his other books too, like A Requiem for Love. They’re all good, but this is my favorite.
