Saturday, October 22, 2016
Searching for Beauty III
I would never take the word
Of a critic for the nature
Of beauty or poetry. They
Are bureaucrats of the
Soul making rules and
Procedures which I must
Become like them to overcome.
Books in abundance are on my
Shelves, guides to literary
Theory, the critical path of the
Educated imagination – and
If educated and using a
Language as I do then I
Have unwillingly perhaps
Absorbed those theories and that
Criticism. There was no other
Way. I looked out my window
At trees being rustled and heard
A dog bark and in the darkening
Sky saw a shadow pass by as must
We all however we’re called.
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