I still believe that poetry has evolved with language as civilization has developed and changed throughout time, making it as unique and diverse as the writer's own experiences, sensations and emotions.
And that the poem can be a snapshot into the poet's reality, allowing the reader to experience the sensations and emotions the poet wanted to convey through the words and imagery provided.
I still see poetry as closely related to any form of art, and like any work of art, a poem can be interpreted distinctively by the individuals reading it - but at the auditory nature of poetry in its rhythm and musicality, allow for it to be shared same time the poet's or artist's world is shared harmoniously by the collective audience.
Looking back at the first assignment I completed for Intro to Lit, I noticed that my answer to the question "what is poetry?" has not fundamentally changed. I still believe that poetry has evolved with language as civilization has developed and changed throughout time, making it as unique and diverse as the writer's own experiences, sensations and emotions; and that the poem can be a snapshot into the poet's reality, allowing the reader to experience the sensations and emotions the poet wanted to convey through the words and imagery provided. I still see poetry as closely related to any form of art, and like any work of art, a poem can be interpreted distinctively by the individuals reading it - but the auditory nature of poetry in its rhythm and musicality, allow for it to be shared same time the poet's or artist's world is shared harmoniously by the collective audience.
Looking at the work of different poets in "Against Forgetting" continued to help me realize the importance looking at poetry in context. I have realized that poetry is not just born of individuals alone, and is not only a product of political systems. Carolyn Forche, in her introduction to the book, shows a third way to view poetry: the social realm, in which our social lives are made up of individual choices and beliefs as well as products of choices determined by political powers that we might not be aware of. This is the essence of the poetry of witness. By situating poetry in the social space of conscious resistance and struggle against forces outside the individual, we may be able to transcend some of our preconceived prejudices and limitations (31). Reading and listening to different poets' work in "Against Forgetting" helped me to begin to understand that poetry is far more complex than I had originally perceived it to be. I feel like I have only just grazed the surface of how deep the nuances of poetry can go. In my research of the Eastern Bloc, Poland, and Wislawa Szymborska during the "Against Forgetting" project, I found how the poetic voice and medium can be extremely powerful as both a product of and a reaction to the social realm.
I'm happiest when most away
I can bear my soul from its home of clay
On a windy night when the moon is bright
And the eye can wander through worlds of light—
When I am not and none beside—
Nor earth nor sea nor cloudless sky—
But only spirit wandering wide
Through infinite immensity.
-Emily Bronte
This poem showed me the beauty of seeking an escape from the material confines of the world and the flesh through the beauty and simplicity of language. The structure is fairly traditional, written in iambic tetrameter with only two quatrains, but its simplicity allows for a very definite feeling of transcendence.
I found Levertov’s poetry in “Life in the Forest” to be very rich and diverse, and the structure of the sections and the thematic elements of the poems throughout showed me the poet’s ability to transcend the confines of individual reality, but remain within the very tangible expression of the mysteries of human experience.
In the first poem of “Life in the Forest” entitled “Human Being,” the poet confronts the existential reality of suffering and joy in stark but beautiful images of nature and life while simultaneously combining and transcending the physical realities of the Earth and the flesh:
Human being – walking
In doubt from childhood on: walking a ledge of slippery stone in the world’s woods
deep-layered with wet leaves – rich or sad: on one
side of the path, ecstasy, on the other
dull grief Walking
the mind’s imperial cities, roofed-over alleys,
thoroughfares, wide boulevards
that hold evening primrose of sky in steady calipers.
Always the mind
walking, working, stopping sometimes to kneel
in awe of beauty, sometimes leaping, filled with the energy
of delight, but never able to pass
the brick that crumbles and is replaced of twisted iron,
of rock,
the wall that speaks, saying monotonously:
Children and animals
Who cannot learn
anything from suffering,
suffer, are tortured, die
in incomprehension
This human being, each night nevertheless
Summoning – with a breath blown at a flame,
or hand’s touch
on the lamp-switch – darkness,
silently utters,
impelled as if by a need to cup the palms
and drink from a river,
the words, ‘Thanks.
Thanks for this day, a day of my life.’
And wonders.
Pulls up the blankets, looking
into nowhere, always in doubt.
And takes strange
in having repeated once more the childish formula,
a pleasure in what is seemly.
And drifts to sleep, downstream
on murmuring currents of doubt and praise,
the wall shadowy, that tomorrow
will cast its own familiar, chill, clear-cut shadow
into the day’s brilliance.
- Denise Levertov
This poem is one of my favorites because though similar to Bronte’s “I’m Happiest When Most Away” in its mystical and spiritual elements, it shows a way of embracing both the joyous and painful parts of life through a beautiful poetic voice and vision.
One of the most valuable things I learned from the class came from Peter Fallon’s visit. He answered the question of which of his poems was hardest to write, responding with his realization after writing poems for many years that he has had to constantly reinvent both his poems and the concept of what it means to be a poet, as well. I felt that this was extremely significant to the implications of my own definition of poetry as both a concrete model and a constantly changing and growing organic entity.
Fallon said in response to a question on the nature of lyric poetry, that not everything has to be autobiographical - and that while life experiences are at the root of his poetry, and all poetry for that matter, the shaping of language and composing a poem out of a specific experience takes patience, diligence, and commitment. I think this idea is exactly what Denise Levertov had in mind when she wrote and compiled the poems for “Life in the Forest.”
Fallon also spoke about the nature of poetry as containing a certain mystery - the mystery of meaning. He implied that the most important element of writing poems for him has been the question of whether or not he 'trusts' the poem. "If I trust the poem that is all that matters to me" he said. The poem as a matter of trust is one of the most practical and insightful things I have heard and will keep it in mind in both reading and the writing of poetry in the future. Fallon also talked about the combination of the mystery element with a very ordinary routine and comfort in the writing of poems, and after having read “Life in the Forest” and learning about Denise Levertov, I felt that both poets must have had a similar perspective and ability to combine the stability of routine with the thrill of the unknown.
Poetry is where the poet can truly be his or her self, to filter and absorb an experience through the shaping of language, to find a certain mysterious balance. Poetry is the multitudes of the soul coming out through the beauty of focused language, contained within a specific form and structure, through which the reader or listeners are able to connect with the poem to find a sense of engagement, in the arena of the benign.