This week I really wanted to share a poem by May Swenson, unfortunately the core of the poem rests in the visual and the way Swenson moves lines around and I cannot post the poem here on WordPress in the correct format.
Here’s a link to the poem: The Universe by May Swenson
This is one of my favorite poems, I love the way Swenson plays with the visuals of a poem and lines up similar/the same words throughout the piece and how she is playing with different meanings/connotations of words.
So I will also share a few quotes.
“Literature and butterflies are the two sweetest passions known to man.”
“The pages are still blank, but there is a miraculous feeling of the words being there, written in invisible ink and clamoring to become visible.”
“A work of art has no importance whatever to society. It is only important to the individual.”
All three quotes are from Vladimir Nabokov, one of my favorite writers of all time.