April is National Poetry Month. It is
about time that we once again gave this form of literature the love and
respect it deserves. It is said that more people write poetry than read it
in our culturally degraded times. In fact, nearly half of the American
population doesn't read any kind of book, let alone poetry. It was
different in the past. Great poets were respected as much, if not more,
than statesmen, philosophers and scientists. Do the names of William
Shakespeare, Dante and Homer ring a bell? There names stand head and
shoulders in the pantheon of western civilization along with those of
Plato, Aristotle, Galileo and Newton. (I won't list the names of so-called
statesmen, because many of them turned out to be just politicians). Other
civilizations also produced great poets, but it is the western genre that
we are most familiar with. I read and wrote poetry in my younger days, had
some success in getting published. I once sent a collection of my poetry
to Simon and Schuster. I got a letter back from Max Schuster, saying he
enjoyed my poetry but unfortunately they only published established poets,
most of whom were professors who made their living through teaching.
I guess that is why so much modern poetry is pedantic. My favorite poetry
is lyrical, where literature is expressed in a musical style. Some
examples are the short verse of A.E. Housman, Edgar Allan Poe and Walter
De La Mare. Of course there are a few longer poems that are lyrical and
supremely beautiful, like Shelley's Ozymandias and the sonnets of John
Keats (who lived only a pitiful 26 years). How do you persuade people to
read poetry? You can't. You can only suggest. Today we are so coarsened by
such trash as hip hop, pornography and an "anything goes attitude" that
our culture has reached its nadir. We are bottom-feeders now, the
objective of the lowest common denominator has been reached.
So I close with this ditty of my own:
We look for secrets no one
can teach
And spin our dreams from out thin air,
Tomorrow seems just out of reach
And happiness is always elsewhere.
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