Muffin of Sunsets (Elaine Equi)

The title of this poem by Elaine Equi is nonsensical and many lines of the poem are too. I normally don't like things like that, but in this poem I find them to be very good at describing the kind of sunset that you might see among the gray and close-knit buildings of a city.

The last line is humorous and it definitely sticks out since the rest is so straight and sentimental. I think it is needed though or else the poem would turn out sappy.

Favorite line: "It is almost catastrophic how heavenly."

It is almost catastrophic how heavenly.

It is almost catastrophic how heavenly.