poverty and poetry

poverty and poetry


Ariel was glad he had written his poems.
They were of a remembered time
Or of something seen that he liked.

His self and the sun were one
And his poems, although makings of his self,
Were no less makings of the sun.

It was not important that they survive.
What mattered was that they should bear
Some lineament or character,

Some affluence, if only half-perceived,
In the poverty of their words,
Of the planet of which they were part.

from Wallace Stevens, The planet on the table

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