ars poetica – Archibald MacLeish

A poem should be palpable and mute
As a globed fruitDumb
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

Archibald MacLeish

dzejoli jāvar paņemt rokā – mēmu
kā augli kokā,jājūt
kā oļu ķermeņus basām kājām,

jāpārslīd kā nodeldētu akmeni,
kapa malā, kur ar piedurkni tīrītas sūnas.

dzejolim jābūt bez vārdiem
kā putnu lidojumam.

dzejolim jāsastingst laikā
kad mēness kāpj debesīs

jālaižas, kad mēness  izpiņķerē
zaru pa zaram kokus nakts tīklos.

jālaižas, kad ziemā paslēpies mēness
atstāj prātā atmiņu plēksnes.

dzejolim jāsastingst laikā
kad mēness kāpj debesīs.

dzejoļa vienādojums
bez atbildes.

un visu sāpju stāstu,
tukšo durvju, kļavu lapu dēļ,

mīlestības,
smalko smilgu, divu gaismu jūŗas ceļā dēļ-

dzejoli nevajag skaidrot:
ļaujiet tam būt.

Arčibalds Maklīšs

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