I have learned not to send a poem on a prose errand.
—John Ciardi, quoted in Edward Cefelli's introduction to Ciardi Himself: Fifteen Essays on Reading, Writing, and Teaching Poetry (U. of Arkansas Press, 1989)
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how does a poem mean
For WHAT DOES THE POEM MEAN? is too often a self-destroying approach to poetry. A more useful way of asking the question is HOW DOES A POEM MEAN? Why does it build itself into a form out of images, ideas, rhythms? How do these elements become the meaning? How are they inseparable from the meaning? As Yeats wrote:
body swayed to music, O quickening glance,
How shall I tell the dancer from the dance?
What the poem is, is inseparable from its own performance of itself.
—John Ciardi, How Does a Poem Mean? (Houghton Mifflin, 1960)
body swayed to music, O quickening glance,
How shall I tell the dancer from the dance?
What the poem is, is inseparable from its own performance of itself.
—John Ciardi, How Does a Poem Mean? (Houghton Mifflin, 1960)
Labels:
dance,
how does it mean,
ideas,
images,
John Ciardi,
meaning,
performance,
rhythm,
W. B. Yeats
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