It is in my best belief that poetry is meant to simulate…something. Evoke an emotion, cause a thought, to soothe, to confuse, so on and so forth. Now one may write a poem for any number of reasons and likewise, one may read a poem for any number of reasons, that much can be figured out. To be sure, that is not the source of conflict. What causes such back and forth argumentative dialogue lies within the meaning of poetry and the very essence of poetry’s definition. Or in other words, how might one define poetry?
Poetry by Marianne Moore tries to understand poetry; to contemplate its existence. It literally describes poetry and one may take that for an answer of what is best defined as poetry. Poetry can be convoluted, it can be confusing, and it can be “bad”, but this is part of its appeal. As she states it, “Reading it, however, with a perfect contempt for it, one discovers in/ it after all, a place for the genuine” (ll. 2-3). Even the most negative emotions can be the most genuine emotions, and we tend to hold contempt for what it is that we do not understand, but in a way that can be a way to describe poetry. Something that draws you in, good or bad. In this sense, poetry dissuades the apathetic in us.
In These are my Rivers by Lawrence Ferlinghetti, the beginning of the poem hints at disillusionment with poetry and what it has become. It makes it seem as though the belief is that poetry has become useless or nonsensical, but in truth, I find the very meaning of poetry to be that very message. Not that there is any truth in poetry becoming useless, but in that poetry exists to have a message and to explain its message, though that might be in ways that we as the reader do not understand.
A perfect example of poetry we may not understand is in E.E. Cummings’ poem mortals). As I have said before, one may write and read a poem for any number of reasons, which can be explained. Yet the meaning of a poem can be so widely argued or interpreted. This is again where Moore suggests our genuine interest in poetry. Whether anyone may think the poem to be good or bad, confusing or not, Cummings draws the reader in and writes this poem with purpose, whatever that may be.
In defense of poetry, there is an aim for its existence. Something desired is conveyed. Through the uses of the concrete, the abstract, the uses of rhetoric and what have you, I find it incredibly hard to say one poem best describes poetry over another because they are all very clearly poetry. All three create interest and all three show a desire to convey. Ferlinghetti writes, “For even bad poetry has relevance” (l. 16). In many cases of the past and present, poetry is used as a source of activism of sorts. The level of dire-ness may vary, but one point is consistent. Poetry aims to tell a story, to prove a point, to provide meaning. I believe it to be impossible to say that one poem defines poetry better than another because poetry is not meant to be better or worse. Its meant to speak.
—Joseph Rojas