Sunday morning, February 3,2019 at 10: 43 a.m.
"One makes a poem as little as one makes the weather... "
- William Bronk, from the poem "Weathers We Live In"
The best poems
are part of the weather;
they comes to mind
in sun and rain,
and are not elaborated
upon, calculated, refined
to produce an object.
When an idea grows,
let it grow, develop,
nurture it, keeping
the "art" to a minimum.
We look out windows
to see what poems
have to say; and sometimes,
we go outside, into good
and bad weathers, to wrestle
with them—their messages
being hidden, arcane, mysterious
and otherwise—as new poems
arise, change like the weather.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An amazingly creative poem, Dennis- - Comparing good poetry to the weather. Enjoyed immensely!
Thanks for reading the poem and liking it. Poems, it seems to me, are part and parcel of our interior weather as my comment on the poem in Poem Hunter states, and, as I think, Wallace Stevens meant by the word climate in his great poem The Poems of Our Climate. You might give this poem a read. I've probably read it 100 times now. No exaggeration.