It is not everyday that the world arranges itself into a poem – Wallace Stevens
There are those fortunate hours when the world consents to be made into a poem. – Mark Doty
A couple of weeks ago I had three Marks in my head – Doty, Nepo, Strand. I went for an amble through poetry books and quotes, and for some reason these two lines jumped out at me. I’ve written before that everyday life is a practice and a poem. It is clear that one of my life’s central preoccupations is witnessing the poetry in the most ordinary days.
My first response on reading that line by Stevens was that I disagree entirely; I think if you look closely, watch patiently, there is poetry to be seen everywhere, and every day. And Doty’s point about the world consenting to be made into a poem makes sense to me turned around the other way: it consents when we let it. When we turn our attention to the world, and keep our hearts open, there is poetry everywhere.
See the poetry I found, just in the last few weeks? All you have to do is look. Remember, what you see is what you get.
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