"Mad Men": "The Gold Violin"
Monday, September 8th, 2008
Watching "Mad Men" this morning, I kept thinking of an Archibald MacLeish poem, "Ars Poetica," which I read in high school:
A poem should be palpable and mute
As a globed fruit
Dumb
As old medallions to the thumb
Silent as the sleeve-worn stone
Of casement ledges where the moss has grown -
A poem should be wordless
As the flight of birds
A poem should be motionless in time
As the moon climbs
Leaving, as the moon releases
Twig by twig the night-entangled trees,
Leaving, as the moon behind the winter leaves,
Memory by memory the mind -
A poem should be motionless in time
As the moon climbs
A poem should be equal to:
Not true
For all the history of grief
An empty doorway and a maple leaf
For love
The leaning grasses and two lights above the sea -
A poem should not mean
But be
The urge to elaborate will probably overwhelm me at some point. But for now, I'll let the poem — and "The Gold Violin" — just be.
