Ugly Beauty
Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem
You might want to read this sarcastic version of the Greek myth http://www.shmoop.com/echo-narcissus/summary.html
before you read the sonnet.
The music comes from speakers. Radio
3 broadcasts strains and sounds. They’re more like stains
Inside the ear and in the air. They flow
Across the kitchen and they’re more like pains
Especially because they’re meant to be
About Narcissus and about the pink
Pale Echo. It is a cacophony
Of notes and bangs, a perfume like a stink
Of noises. It’s true… the ancient myth
Is ugly too, made up of beauty smeared
With agonies. It is a monolith
Of cruelty and loveliness revered
As only youth can suffer it. The young
Man, nymph and chords are like a tortured tongue.