Stop Confusing the Poet with the Poem
Who is the "I" speaking in your work? A guide to mastering the first-person persona and writing with more freedom.
You write the word "I," and suddenly, you feel it: the spotlight. That single letter pins you to the page, and you feel like you're standing naked on a stage, presenting your most private, autobiographical truth for all the world to see.
And your reader? They buy it, every time. They assume the "I" speaking your poem is, without a doubt, you. This confusion can be paralyzing. Are we being honest enough? Are we being too honest? What will my aunt think? Let's take a deep breath and untangle this.
This can lead to a host of anxieties. Are we being honest enough? Are we being too honest? What will my aunt think when she reads this? This confusion between the "I" on the page and the self in the world can be paralyzing.
Let's take another deep breath.
The "I" in your poem is not you.
Let me repeat that. The "I" in your poem is not you.
It is a persona. It is a construct. It is a carefully crafted speaker designed to serve the needs of the poem. Even when you are writing about a deeply personal, autobiographical event, the moment you put it into the artifice of a poem, with its line breaks, its metaphors, its curated details, you have created a speaker. It is a version of you, yes, but it is a stylized, edited, and ultimately fictionalized version.
Understanding this distinction is the key to unlocking a new level of freedom and power in your first-person writing.
Techniques for Mastering the Lyric "I":
Adjust the Volume Knob: Think of the distance between you and your speaker as a volume knob. Sometimes the poem requires you to turn it up, leaning into the raw, direct, autobiographical voice. At other times, you need to turn it down, creating a more detached, observant, or even unreliable narrator, even while using your own memories as raw material.
The "I" as a Vessel: A great first-person poem often uses a personal experience to touch upon a universal one. The "I" who feels grief over a lost pet is not just you; it is a vessel for the universal human experience of grief. Your specific story becomes the doorway through which the reader can access their own.
Create a Fictional "I": Give yourself the radical permission to lie. Write a poem from the first-person perspective of a speaker who is nothing like you—a different age, a different gender, a different profession. This is a fantastic exercise for understanding that the "I" is a tool you can control, not a biographical chain you are tethered to.
The Ethics of Representation: When your "I" tells a story that involves real people, you are now a witness. The question shifts from "Is this authentic to me?" to "Is this fair to them?" This requires a delicate and ethical negotiation between your truth and their reality, a process that is at the very heart of memoir and personal poetry.
The next time you write "I," remind yourself that you are not writing a sworn affidavit. You are crafting a speaker. You are designing a consciousness. Embrace the freedom that comes with that knowledge, and your "I" will become your most powerful and versatile tool.
Your Turn in the Workshop
The "I" is a tool, not a trap. After reading this, what is one thing you will give yourself permission to do in your next first-person poem? Share your commitment in the comments.
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This is a topic I'm so passionate about because I see it holding back so many talented writers. For me, the real 'click' happened when I started the 'Fictional I' exercise.
Writing from the perspective of a 19th-century lighthouse keeper taught me more about my own voice than a dozen autobiographical poems. I highly recommend trying it!
OMG you are so right! I have a follower on Medium who slays me every time I post and says things like….”You need to find something in your life besides a man”.
I tell her every time it’s not me talking that I am fine but she persists in thinking I am so love struck I am hopeless.
Again, I clarify but then I had to ignore…she just wasn’t getting it. Thank you for writing this!