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Flora, for Liu Dong

The thing to do is never let it 
                                             leave the ground
It grows in.

Flowers gasp to bloom not
Burn, missed, left for good. 

Petals slip, in moans like open mouths
                                                                that moths, flickering wings,

Justin Nicholes


But the far street
Ends only meet 
The russet, indigo
Firs, backs of hills
And no water
So begins the search
For tide
In air; frustrated
With words, what’s
Come so far: lifeless

Alexander Booth

Paul Valery on Poetry

paul valery self-portrait

“The greatness of poets is that they grasp with their words what they only glimpse with their minds.”

“Of all occupations the poet’s is perhaps the one in which the greatest impatience has an essential need of the greatest patience.”

“A professional poet is a man (or woman, of course) who sits down regularly at the table of his mind to try his luck. It is a game of mixed chance. Cards are dealt, and the player calculates. He plays against the common language. A person plays against a brain, a semi-external being against a wholly internal one. Against oneself.”

“For a poet, it is never a matter of saying it is raining. It’s a matter of…making rain.”

Contrasting Views

"Literalism is a feature of boorish translators." Cicero "The clumsiest literal translation is a thousand times more useful than the prettiest paraphrase." Nabokov

The Faerie Queene

"John Ashbery said reading the Faerie Queene was like reading an endless beautiful comic strip." Kenneth Koch

Sigmund Freud

"Everywhere I go, I find a poet has been there before me."


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