Welcome back to this week in poetry - episode seven. A poem is communicated before it is understood. Hence, a poem shall be read aloud heard, especially its music, its orchestrated sounds. The listeners shall feel those sounds before attempting analysis, particularly content analysis. Poems were read aloud in public, in durbars, in the presence of kings and people.
And therefore this week in poetry is an effort at reviving the tradition of Kavi Samelans and Kavi Arangams where poets presented their work to the aficianados and lovers of poetry. Right. Without much ado, let's move on to the poems.
We shall first take up a poem Ars Poetica, a poem on what poetry is by a modern American poet, Archibald MacLeish.
Then we move on to yet another American poet, William Carlos Williams. Who gives us a deceptively short poem, this is just to say.
Finally we listen to Charles Bukowski, another modern American poet who was called the poet laureate of American low life, with his confessional lyrics about his life in Los Angeles.
We present his the laughing heart and roll the dice. Let's go. And listen.
Thanks for being patient listeners! Do write to me with your feedback and reading suggestions.
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