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A poem should be palpable and mute
As a globed fruit:
Dumb
As old medallions to the thumb;
Silent as a sleeve-work stone
Of casement ledges where the moss has grown -
A poem should be wordless
As the flight of birds.
A poem should be motionless in time
As the moon climbs;
Leaving, as the moon releases
Twig by twig the night-entangled trees -
Leaving as the moon behind the winter leaves,
Memory by memory the mind.
A poem should be equal to
Not true.
For all the history of grief
As empty doorway and a maple leaf;
For love
The learning grasses and two lights above the sea -
A poem should not mean,
But be.
"Ars Poetica" ~ Archibald Mac Leish
As a globed fruit:
Dumb
As old medallions to the thumb;
Silent as a sleeve-work stone
Of casement ledges where the moss has grown -
A poem should be wordless
As the flight of birds.
A poem should be motionless in time
As the moon climbs;
Leaving, as the moon releases
Twig by twig the night-entangled trees -
Leaving as the moon behind the winter leaves,
Memory by memory the mind.
A poem should be equal to
Not true.
For all the history of grief
As empty doorway and a maple leaf;
For love
The learning grasses and two lights above the sea -
A poem should not mean,
But be.
"Ars Poetica" ~ Archibald Mac Leish
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The sad truth is that poems don't have presence, unity, form or meaning.... What then does a poem possess or create? Alas, a poem has nothing, and creates nothing. Its presence is a promise, part of the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen. Its unity is in the good will of the reader.... its meaning is just that there is, rather was, another poem ~ Page 41 Excerpt: "Contingency, Irony & Solidarity" ~ Richard Rorty
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