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The Kingdom of Poetry

For poetry is like light, and it is light.
It shines over all, like the blue sky, with the same blue justice.
For poetry is the sunlight of consciousness:
It is also the soil of the fruits of knowledge
In the orchards of being:
It shows us the pleasures of the city.
It lights up the structures of reality.
It is a cause of knowledge and laughter:
It sharpens the whistles of the witty:
It is like morning and the flutes of morning, chanting and enchanted.
It is the birth and the rebirth of the first morning forever.

Poetry is quick as tigers, clever as cats, vivid as oranges,
Nevertheless, it is deathless: it is evergreen and in blossom; long after the Pharaohs and the Caesars have fallen,
It shines and endures more than diamonds,
It is because poetry is the actuality of possibility, it is
The reality of the imagination,

The throat of exaltation,
The processions of possessions,
The motion of meaning and
The meaning of morning and
The mastery of meaning.
Delmore Schwartz

Art – Edward Hopper

Calmly We Walk through This April’s Day

“May memory restore again and again
The smallest color of the smallest day:
Time is the school in which we learn,
Time is the fire in which we burn.”
Delmore Schwartz

This is a repost from last year, as I have read fewer simpler and more true-to-the-heart words as Delmore’s.

I illustrate with a May flower, Iris by Albrecht Dürer.

A Dream of Whitman Paraphrased, Recognized and Made More Vivid by Renoir

Random words cover the world.
Those who put them in order uncover leaves of incredible shimmering beauty.

. . .He felt the wood secrecy, he knew the June softness
The warmth surrounding him crackled
Held in by the mansard roof mansion
He glimpsed the shadowy light on last year’s brittle leaves fallen,
Looked over and overlooked, glimpsed by the fall of death,
Winter’s mourning and the May’s renewal.
Delmore Schwartz

Pierre Auguste Renoir