Listening For You: The Psychology Of Art Poem by Dennis Ryan
Listening For You: The Psychology Of Art
Friday night March 2,2012; revised Tuesday, May 24,2016
Art comes from everywhere, is beautiful, inspiring,
thoughit can neither sustain nor save us. It need not,
of course, yet art promises so much.The work of art?
More to the point, whatif I should lose you?Enduring loss
after loss, I have come to realize that saying "me" says "you"
simultaneously, and such newfound knowledge is bitter,
grievous, and I don't know how to grieve such added grief—
I listen for you, the sound of your voice sounding somewhere
in the distance, then nearby, finally coming home to rest in me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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I read both of your " pschology of art " poems. I am jealous that I didn't write them! Yes, I see the resemblance
Kostas, I just reread your poem " Whisper" , and appreciate it more now than the first time I read it. That should tell you something about your writing of this poem: i.e. it has staying power. I tried to comment on it on the poem's page, but I don't know if my comment came through.
In any event, thanks for taking the time to read the two Psychology of Art poems. I still recall the amazement I felt when first reading Wallace Stevens' poem " Final Soliloquy of the Interior Paramour" . An incredible poem! The thing is, he owned the experience that led to the writing of this incredible poem. And he wrote it after age 70. So you have plenty of time left to write equally well!
Kostas, we can only write poems, etc. based on our individual experiences, what we learn from our own experiences. Your experiences are yours; mine are mine. We learn from each other's poems, and those of other good writers, this way. No need then to be jealous. I think the word is " gratitude" .