(In a letter to his wife, Wallace Stevens, confided that writing was "absurd" as well as fulfilling. What of reading the write?)
What makes you read on? Exquisite words? Or
Exquisite thoughts? Ah, exquisite words forming
Exquisite thoughts. At times so beauteous as to be
Painful! Meter clipping along, tremulous tones trilling,
Making the reader thrill in the "Ah, yes!" moment.
Writing poetry is absurd, if you think about it.
An absurdity bore of necessity.
The reading, a veracious devouring
Of sustenance. The substance of souls poured out.
Apr 17, 2015
Apr 17, 2015 at 1:47 AM UTC
(In a letter to his wife, Wallace Stevens, confided that writing was "absurd" as well as fulfilling. What of reading the write?)
What makes you read on? Exquisite words? Or
Exquisite thoughts? Ah, exquisite words forming
Exquisite thoughts. At times so beauteous as to be
Painful! Meter clipping along, tremulous tones trilling,
Making the reader thrill in the "Ah, yes!" moment.
Writing poetry is absurd, if you think about it.
An absurdity bore of necessity.
The reading, a veracious devouring
Of sustenance. The substance of souls poured out.
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