Encountering Nature Poems

 Horses feel. And grasshoppers, yeah, grasshoppers. They feel too. But when we get to plants, not animals, I become rather curious as to just how much of writing on these things are closer to anthropomorphization than uncovering the true secrets flowers keep in their petals and seeds. 

How are we to know about grass or trees? I speak to them daily but doubt I'm any closer to understanding. I guess I'm maybe searching for the wrong thing from them? Trees have made me wise, but have they helped me understand? 


It strikes me at how brilliantly simple James Wright can be. Here's a guy who's literally writing about experiences, seemingly pretty verbatim. He adds in some thoughts about them, but mostly he allows the tone with which he writes of events to give his thoughts on it. 

So, are poets made with a pen or with experiences? Anyone could've had that experience, but few have. And among those that have, only Wright can put it so beautifully in so many words.

Not even the greatest wordsmith can produce poetry without real-world experiences. I do believe a key to good poetry is to have poetic experiences. Poetic experiences. I do enjoy the sound of that. 

Excuse me while I go search for some...

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