Poetic Immortality–Monday Meanderings

May I venture a guess that most of dream  of or hope for immortality? There are those of us whose faith promises life hereafter.   And those who live on through their offspring. Many of us hope that our creative contribution will endure through many generations and that we will join the ranks of Shakespeare, Wordsworth, Dickinson, Ginsburg and…you name your poetic hero or heroine. At the same time, we know that, realistically, there will only be a chosen few that make a lasting impression.

For the rest of us, I offer these words, re-posted with the kind permission of my friend, Jamie Dedes who blogs at Moonlight Musings.

“I is for immortality, which for some poets is a necessary compensation. Presumably miserable in this life, they will be remembered when the rest of us are long forgotten. None of them asks about the quality of that remembrance–what it will be like to crouch in the dim hallways of somebody’s mind until the moment of recollection occurs, or to be lifted off suddenly and forever into the pastures of obscurity.

“Most poets know better than to concern themselves with such things. They know the chances are better than good that their poems will die when they do and never be heard of again, that they’ll be replaced by poems sporting a new look in a language more current. They also know that even if individual poems die, though in some cases slowly, poetry will continue: that its subjects, it constant themes, are less liable to change than fashions in language, and that this is where an alternate, less lustrous immortality might be.

“We all know that a poem can influence other poems, remain alive in them, just as previous poems are alive in it. Could we not say, therefore, that individual poems succeed most by encouraging revisions of themselves and inducing their own erasure? Yes, but is this immortality, or simply a purposeful way of being dead?”


The Weather of Words: Poetic Inventions by Mark Strand (b. 1934, Canada), American poet and essayist, Poet Laureate Consult in Poetry to the Library of Congress (1990-1991), Pulitzer Prize (1999) for Blizzard of One, Gold Medal in Poetry (2009), American Academy of Arts and Letters.

And so, my fellow poets, write on and enjoy the moment of creation.


3 thoughts on “Poetic Immortality–Monday Meanderings

  1. scillagrace says:

    In the midst of a huge transition in my relationship with immortality…I used to believe in it, hope for it, plan for it. No longer. The moment, now, feels genuine; the other, a concept. I think of haiku as the poetry of a moment.


  2. C.J. Black says:

    Really glad I found this nugget – off now to check out Moonlight Musings.


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