The best possible words,
with the best possible meaning,
in the best possible order,
with the best possible structure,
in the best possible way.
That’s what I was once told poetry is.
But I pushed those boundaries,
and wrote in many different ways.
We should do poetry our own way,
no matter what anyone says.
An excerpt from Wallace Stevens poem, 'On the Manner of Addressing Clouds' Gloomy grammarians in golden gowns, meekly you keep the mortal rendezvous, eliciting the still sustaining pomps of speech which are like music so profound, they seem an exaltation without sound. Dan, I liked your poem. An interesting read is the book 'American Poetry, wildness and domesticity' by Robert Bly
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this, this is definitley the truth im with you on that