From time to time I pick up this book, An Approach to Poetry by Posphor Mallam, published in 1930. This book was in the library of the second Colorado state Poet Laureate, Nellie Burgett Miller. Today, I read a perfect excuse for what appears to be my lethargy (laziness?) in writing in this blog. I quote page 80.
“. . .there are feelings too intimate, too closely entwined with his (the poet’s) life, to be detached for utterance; as there are others which demand instant translation into action. When Keats saw the butcher maltreating a boy, he did not express his indignation in a sonnet, he knocked the butcher down; when Shelly found a poor woman lying ill at night in the road he did not write an Ode on the Good Samaritan, he took her to his house and tended (to) her.
“A poet must be able to hold off a feeling, in order to let the rays of imagination play upon it; before he can turn it into verse. Too near, is as speechless as too far. When a man’s whole nature is engaged in a struggle with distress of mind or body, he is too closely at grip with reality for there to be room for poetry.”
Voila! There you have it, “too closely at grip with reality for there to be room for poetry.” NOW I can release my guilty conscience for not keeping up with my blog and go outside and tie up the grapevines, hoe the corn, lick sweat on my upper lip, smell the roses, breathe the summer air, hear the beating hummingbird wings, and let the rain drops splash on my face. “You come too.”