Thinkers
and writers and philosophers have been talking about poetry for thousands of
years—notwithstanding, we continue to puzzle and prate and pontificate about
the nature of this, perhaps, most classical of the arts.
I’m
doing much reading about poetry. I wish I could say that it’s an entirely
pleasant learning experience.
Take
a moment to reflect on this commentary by Horace (Quintus Horatius Flaccus,
65-8 B.C.):
“…the
poet [should] just now say what ought just now to be said…In the choice of his
words, too, the author of the projected poem must be delicate and cautious, he
must embrace one and reject another: you will express yourself eminently well,
if a dexterous combination should give an air of novelty to a well-known word…”
(From
Ars Poetica, c. 15 B.C.)
Exactly
so. In my poems, I strive to find the right words to profoundly express
what’s in my mind and in my eye and in my ear. I want to offer my sensations
most fully to the reader.
Here’s
a sample:
Listen
Surf sounds, the singing of the sea,
the breaking rollers,
mellowed crunch of wave on wave,
the boistered drumroll of eternal tides.
There is no silent sea, we think….
….consider a sheltered beach,
in the lee of a baffling sand bar,
sea-spawned shoal,
mediator for sea and shore,
muffler of the surf,
tamper of the borning breakers,
damper of the singing of the sea,
guardian of truth about
the vastly silent blue water.
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