Mindscapes by Aurora: May 2011

Sunday, May 1, 2011

When the 'sphere' is 'shake'n...

In that green loch...
Ophelia will drown
Macbeth will lose his crown

On this wooden porch...
Desdemona may die
And Lear cry

But in my world,
Shylock loves
And Cordelia lives

'Cause in their world...
Miranda fakes
And Ferdinand cheats...!

"If this be error and upon me proved

I never writ, nor no man ever loved"

Ars Poetica

A poem should be palpable and mute
As a globed fruit

Dumb
As old medallions to the thumb

Silent as the sleeve-worn stone
Of casement ledges where the moss has grown -

A poem should be wordless
As the flight of birds

A poem should be motionless in time
As the moon climbs

Leaving, as the moon releases
Twig by twig the night-entangled trees,

Leaving, as the moon behind the winter leaves,
Memory by memory the mind -

A poem should be motionless in time
As the moon climbs

A poem should be equal to:
Not true

For all the history of grief
An empty doorway and a maple leaf

For love
The leaning grasses and two lights above the sea -

A poem should not mean
But be

Archibald MacLeish

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