The Formation of Poetry
by
J L
A poet's task does not entail creation of reality,
Nor does it comprehend the breadth of what it argues.
Wordsmiths write of shadows, make them pictures on the wall,
Palimpsests of glimpses, renderings, no more.
They discover not by some great fortune the India of Columbus,
Nor does their call require the illumination of mystery.
Wielders of verse merely recall the substance of their birth,
In their words they do not create, but only apply themselves.
Poetry is not a form of psychological aesthetic
Nor is it an opiate for the artistic soul.
Wisely it understands the heart of man's existence;
Poets syphon into words the shades of human being.
Poetry dashes upon the rocks of unrequited self,
Breaking down the fencerow of bodarks, ripe with thorns.
Poetry, the Incarnation, the proof of personhood,
Tells us all what we know, but never understood.
Nor does it comprehend the breadth of what it argues.
Wordsmiths write of shadows, make them pictures on the wall,
Palimpsests of glimpses, renderings, no more.
They discover not by some great fortune the India of Columbus,
Nor does their call require the illumination of mystery.
Wielders of verse merely recall the substance of their birth,
In their words they do not create, but only apply themselves.
Poetry is not a form of psychological aesthetic
Nor is it an opiate for the artistic soul.
Wisely it understands the heart of man's existence;
Poets syphon into words the shades of human being.
Poetry dashes upon the rocks of unrequited self,
Breaking down the fencerow of bodarks, ripe with thorns.
Poetry, the Incarnation, the proof of personhood,
Tells us all what we know, but never understood.
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Poetry.com 3.3 out of 5 based on 3 votes.
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nice
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Impressive Writing! Obviously, You Are No Poet! Look Up " Poet " And " Poetry " In Webster's!
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Deep explanation. Well thought out
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