No, the poet does not strive to "make
the reader understand." The reader (that
intangible abstraction) cannot mold
the poet's path, the poem which, of itself,
is born upon the page, chasing nothing
but its own sweet dream. It is I, tangible,
individual reader, who must rise
to exigencies the poem dares me
try and find significant—it is I,
always I, must climb the heights the poem
lures me climb, with all due dangers posed,
all delights unveiled before my eyes,
until finally I have found the path, and made
myself worthy of the poem's infinite beauty
and deep significance.
It is then the poem will open up its calyx,
give off its fragrance and sweet scent,
to transform our lives with unspeakable,
sublime Wonder.
Innerself
Jim,
It is good to see you back with truth and innerself search for the proper words to pen. Excellent!
Thanks for being here and sharing.
Linda
Thanks
It's good to be back in the company of good, creative people like yourself. Thanks for writing.