đ “MY EYES WERE BLIND, AND SOMETHING STARTED IN MY SOUL” (“Mis ojos estaban ciegos, y algo empezĂł en mi alma”). OH DARLINGS , THESE WORDS BY PABLO NERUDA WITH THE WORK BY KLEE, ARE IN MY OPINION PURE PLEASURE.
Paul Klee, Versunkene Landschaft, 1918
Wallace Stevens once famously said: âYou canât get the news from poems, but men die every day for lack of what is found there.â
It may be hard to argue the truthfulness of that statement when we consider the widespread unpopularity of reading poetry. A recent study finds that âsince 2002, the share of poetry-readers has contracted by 45 percentâresulting in the steepest decline in participation in any literary genre.â
Poetry, it appears, is less popular than knitting, jazz, and dance. Perhaps thatâs why we need the month of April to celebrate poetry, to help curb the decline and rekindle a comeback.
But Stevens wasnât arguing that we die from the lack of reading poetry, but from the lack of what is found in there, the thing that inspires poets to put pen to paper, and artists to pick up their brushes, and musicians toâŠ
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