“You want so badly to tell how it’s done
That you tell it to yourself each night before sleep,
Narrating a film that no one will see,
The sound of the rain like the beating of wings,
The applause you receive for keeping the secret.”
Paul Tayyar, “The Magician”
I am drawn to poems and writings in the second person for any number of reasons. They are intimate and personal, almost like the author is there with you. They are rare as most authors prefer first or third, probably so they don’t need to worry about the implied invasion of privacy. Finally, it is remarkable how the pronoun pulls you in – I am no magician, and yet by being included in the narrative I can identify with the magician’s devotion and immersion and extrapolate to my own world.