silent, wordless, motionless in time…

We were looking around for something light and cheerful, and thought again how we should get into poetry a little more.  This has nothing to do with the fact that Rej decided to write a silly poem this morning (dunno if it made the Intended Person laugh, but he’s sure laughing at himself!)

Anyway, a google on "poetry" turned up this great site, where you can get poetry for any occasion.  We thought we’d start with a poem about poetry!

ARS POETICA
by Archibald MacLeish

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.


Isn’t that neat?  We love the part about the mooon!  But… what does it mean by "two lights above the sea"?

Walk to Rivendell:  We reach the dell at the western foot of the hill, at Weathertop.

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