I Was Small and Dizzying, I Rode in Small and Diazzying Circles

Poem by jane huffman was published in the august twentieth 20 18 issue of the new yorker. It has a circularity, but it feels more like a spiralling up, or is it spiralling down? I think there is this quality that is dizzying, of course. And it enacts what it says, which is one of the things i love that poetry can do so well. She's trying out various approaches to the literal, to the figurative, to the conceptual and to the intuitive - all running at the same time.