Remarkably, there have been many i-poems over the years, so many that I once had planned to put together an anthology of these with Bob Grumman. But this one of Dan's is a little special, because it pushed the I-ness just a little bit further than most. He had made the poem, but sticking his finger into a big ball of black paint and painting it onto the red page.
And because of that, we can still read his fingerprint in the poem. This poem is no-one else's. The I is Dan.
un violon d'ingres