Poetry: The Thing We Die for Lack Of

😍 “MY EYES WERE BLIND, AND SOMETHING STARTED IN MY SOUL” (“Mis ojos estaban ciegos, y algo empezó en mi alma”). OH DARLINGS , THESE WORDS BY PABLO NERUDA WITH THE WORK BY KLEE, ARE IN MY OPINION PURE PLEASURE.

Deborah J. Brasket

Paul Klee, Versunkene Landschaft, 1918

Paul Klee, Versunkene Landschaft, 1918

Wallace Stevens once famously said: “You can’t get the news from poems, but men die every day for lack of what is found there.”

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 “since 2002, the share of poetry-readers has contracted by 45 percent—resulting in the steepest decline in participation in any literary genre.”

Poetry, it appears, is less popular than knitting, jazz, and dance. Perhaps that’s why we need the month of April to celebrate poetry, to help curb the decline and rekindle a comeback.

But Stevens wasn’t 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 to…

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6 responses to “Poetry: The Thing We Die for Lack Of

  1. The poem and painting together make a rhapsody.

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  2. The idea that poetry is life sustaining never occurred to me until I started following poets on WordPress.

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