#mariannemoore
I.
So well, honest people make poor poets,
since they want dockyard receipts from Sparta
for how many ships Helen’s face launched there.
II.
Honest details make the best poetry.
Poets plant made-up gardens with real toads,
where clothing and china patterns are art.
III.
Poets write because they have things to say.
They write because they have things they can’t say,
and so, start with the sobs they can’t swallow.
IV.
Poetry is like life, being one big question
that you live until the answers arrive,
And emotion finds thought and thought find words.
Apr 9, 2017
Apr 9, 2017 at 12:38 AM UTC
Sitting cross legged on earth, in the wilderness alone quiet,
I meditate,on the single sprawling tree, in her poetic best,
verdant and robust, I wouldn't fail to see how ceaselessly
she did strive, in reinventing herself moment after moment.
A bird, dedicating her song to the evening's evanescence,sings on,
like nothing else ever matters to her, even after it's end,
as she has known her inner-self better, by making her songs
more relevant, each time than before,and than the songs of others,
without any reason particular, more by a compulsion mysterious.
While delving in to the depth of that compulsion, Marianne Moore,
I feel present in my mind, she is the tree fighting the creative battle,
not to dislike her own creation,the bird with persistent compulsion.
May 27, 2015
May 27, 2015 at 9:45 AM UTC