14 September 2012
Beauty
we dare to speak of beauty
as if we can see and know
but is it something we be-
hold, or something we bestow
A NOTE FROM T. READER
This is a deceptively simple poem that is intricately layered with formal qualities that help carry it along. Each of the 4 lines has 7 syllables. Most of the words are mono-syllables, with only 4 words with more than one: beauty, behold (as you put it back together across lines 3 and 4), bestow, and something (used twice).
The long "e" marches through each line: we speak, we see, we be(hold), we be(stow). The second line, the line about perception and knowledge, is composed entirely of simple words from an elementary speller.
Finally, the breaking of be/hold - which may be, arguably, an ugly move - nonetheless disperses language so that the reader can engage in the sport of re-gathering the four separate meanings for the conclusion of the poem:
Beauty is
...something we be
...something we hold
...something we behold
...something we bestow
Labels:
an old man's guitar,
dying dogs,
see = hear,
smell,
taste,
touch
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That makes my brain hurt. Hopefully growing pains?
ReplyDeleteAmber,
DeleteThanks for your comment, I think! Perhaps the note from T. Reader is swamping the poem - hope not.
The poem is making the gentle argument that "beauty" is bequeathed, an accolade placed upon the person, thing, act, etc. not read off of them/it. So, that what the world may call ugly, I/we may bless, dub, bestow as beautiful.
So, of course, all 3 of the inherent/essentialistic meanings (be, hold, behold) give way in favour of the 4th: bestow.
Peace,
B.R.
I mean that as a complement! Reminded me of grad school days when the material I was absorbing was at a higher frequency of intellect that I was used to. There were moments when I could feel my brain sprout a new neuron.
ReplyDeleteHey Amber,
DeleteThanks for your kind comments! Hope all is well on your end. Look forward to your next entry on SHOCKblog.
Peace,
B.R.
Peace,
B.R.