8 October 2019

Seven Ars poetica poems...


by Archibald MacLeish

A poem should be palpable and mute
As a globed fruit,

Dumb
As old medallions to the thumb...

by Czeslaw Milosz

I have always aspired to a more spacious form
that would be free from the claims of poetry or prose
and would let us understand each other without exposing
the author or reader to sublime agonies...

by Blaga Dimitrova

Write each of your poems
as if it were your last.
In this century, saturated with strontium,
charged with terrorism...

by Rethabile Masilo

During a separate hour one accepts words,
as after a betrayal, and lives them.
There will be questions with no answers
for the day will be funereal. Once they kill a child...

by Sharon Olds

But I love the I, steel I-beam
that my father sold. They poured the pig iron
into the mold, and it fed out slowly,
a bending jelly in the bath, and it hardened...

by Billy Collins

I might as well begin by saying how much I like the title.
It gets me right away because I’m in a workshop now
so immediately the poem has my attention,
like the Ancient Mariner grabbing me by the sleeve...

by Wendell Berry

Make a place to sit down.
Sit down. Be quiet.
You must depend upon
affection, reading, knowledge...





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