“Art
is beauty, the perpetual invention of detail, the choice of words, the
exquisite care of execution.” – Théophile Gautier
Born this day in 1811, Pierre Jules
Théophile Gautier was a French dramatist, novelist, journalist and one of the
premier art critics of the 19th Century. And, he wrote poetry. “I like to think that art and poetry are
intertwined,” he said. “The word ‘poet’
literally means maker: anything which is not well made doesn't exist.” Like his art criticism, his poetic writing
took new twists, giving the public yet another way to look at things. For Saturday’s Poem, here are words
from Gautier’s,
Unknown Shores
I may not ask again:
where would you like to go?
Have you a star; she says,
O any faithful sun
Where love does not eclipse?
The countdown slurs and slips.
-Ah child, if that star shines,
is in chartless skies,
I do not know of such!
But come, where will you go?
where would you like to go?
Have you a star; she says,
O any faithful sun
Where love does not eclipse?
The countdown slurs and slips.
-Ah child, if that star shines,
is in chartless skies,
I do not know of such!
But come, where will you go?
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