“When
it (poetry) aims to express a love of the world it refuses to conceal the many
reasons why the world is hard to love, though we must love it because we have
no other, and to fail to love it is not to exist at all.”
– Mark Van Doren
Born in June 1894, Van Doren was a
poet, writer, critic and professor of English at Columbia University for nearly
40 years, shaping the writing skills of dozens of America’s leading 20th
century writers. His teaching skills
were such that Columbia created an annual award in his name honoring its best
teacher as selected by the students. In
1940, Van Doren was awarded the Pulitzer Prize for his poetry.
For Saturday’s Poem, here are Van
Doren’s
Nothing Stays Spring Thunder
Nothing stays Listen, the wind is still,
not even change, And
far away in the night –
That can grow tired See! The uplands fill
of it's own name; With
a running light.
The very thought
too much for it. Open the doors. It is warm;
And where the sky was
clear—
Somewhere in air Look!
The head of a storm
a stillness is, That
marches here!
So far, so thin-
But let it alone. Come
under the trembling hedge—
Whoever we are Fast,
although you fumble...
it is not for us There! Did you hear the edge
of winter crumble?
of winter crumble?
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