"Total grandeur of a total edifice . . ."
---Wallace Stevens, "To An Old Philosopher In Rome"
Vergil, Pop Stevens, and Old Possum: hear---
another grandeur, like unto your own,
ascends our sky but stands blessedly near:
a living presence, and always expanding
the splendor of its verbal quality
(which never stoops to trite inanity);
consistently and ardently commanding
the utmost verbal skill and artistry,
which stands apart from, and will not be prone
to, dilettantish mediocrity.
These verses form a whole cosmology---
consistent in its scope, approach, and vision,
the full example of pure Poetry:
its elegances utterly Patrician.
Starward
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Even if this wasn't a
Even if this wasn't a generous and highly valued gift from a connoisseur of words, I would honestly say that the artistic merit of your sonnet is supreme. It has your distinctive splendor flowing through every line and each line is a triumph. Vintage Starward and masterfully opulent.
Groping for words now . . . Silenced in humble gratitude.
Thank you for those kind
Thank you for those kind words. The grandeur of your Poetry towers over this site the way the sun towers of the earth; and, like the sun, it brings light, warmth, and sustenance wherever it shines. We do not thank the sun; I doubt most people ever really think about the sun. But I need to thank you for the quality of your verbal skill, and the great delight it has brought to me over these past three years; hence, this sonnet, small but sincerely offered in good Faith.
Starward
Your kind support and rare
Your kind support and rare talent have made all the difference, not only to me, but to many others. I sincerely applaud you.