Symphonies or Aristotle
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A poet opens up his lips. We want
A poem from them, not wisdom. A sage
Pronouncement we can do without. The font
Of clear philosophy will blot the page
The poet leans to fill. The mode of sense
We want is music. Axioms are not
Desired. A lullaby will do, not dense
With logic like a fugue. An afterthought
Of beauty in the frame of rationale
Is quite beside the point. We want the grace
Of composition in a great chorale,
An element of patterns sweet like lace.
..The words flow out like melodies, the lines
….Like singers’ notes, not cosines or strict sines.