There is something about poetry beyond prose logic, there is mystery in it, not to be explained but admired.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
Poetry is fascinating. As soon as it begins the poetry has changed the thing into something extra, and somehow prose can go over into poetry.
It seems to me that readers sometimes make the genesis of a poem more mysterious than it is (by that I perhaps mean, think of it as something outside their own experience).
Poetry is a beautiful way of spoiling prose, and the laborious art of exchanging plain sense for harmony.
Poetry is always slightly mysterious, and you wonder what is your relationship to it.
Poetry operates by hints and dark suggestions. It is full of secrets and hidden formulae, like a witch's brew.
At school, I was never given a sense that poetry was something flowery or light. It's a complex and controlled way of using language. Rhythms and the music of it are very important. But the difficulty is that poetry makes some kind of claim of honesty.
I would come to understand there is no poem separable from its source. I began to see that poems are not just an individual florescence. They are also a vast root system growing down into ideas and understandings. Almost unbidden, they tap into the history and evolution of art and language.
Poetry teaches us music, metaphor, condensation and specificity.
Poetry is at least an elegance and at most a revelation.
There's a fierce practicality and empiricism which the whole imaginative, lyrical aspect of poetry comes from.