A Week on the Concord and Merrimack Rivers - Pennsylvania State ...
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<strong>the</strong>ir m<strong>on</strong>th, <strong>and</strong> cobweb <strong>and</strong> mildew have already spread<br />
from <strong>the</strong>se to <strong>the</strong> binding of those; <strong>and</strong> happily I am reminded<br />
of what poetry is,—I perceive that Shakespeare <strong>and</strong><br />
Milt<strong>on</strong> did not foresee into what company <strong>the</strong>y were to fall.<br />
Alas! that so so<strong>on</strong> <strong>the</strong> work of a true poet should be swept<br />
into such a dust-hole!<br />
The poet will write for his peers al<strong>on</strong>e. He will remember<br />
<strong>on</strong>ly that he saw truth <strong>and</strong> beauty from his positi<strong>on</strong>, <strong>and</strong><br />
expect <strong>the</strong> time when a visi<strong>on</strong> as broad shall overlook <strong>the</strong><br />
same field as freely.<br />
We are often prompted to speak our thoughts to our neighbors,<br />
or <strong>the</strong> single travellers whom we meet <strong>on</strong> <strong>the</strong> road, but<br />
poetry is a communicati<strong>on</strong> from our home <strong>and</strong> solitude addressed<br />
to all Intelligence. It never whispers in a private ear.<br />
Knowing this, we may underst<strong>and</strong> those s<strong>on</strong>nets said to be<br />
addressed to particular pers<strong>on</strong>s, or “To a Mistress’s Eyebrow.”<br />
Let n<strong>on</strong>e feel flattered by <strong>the</strong>m. For poetry write love, <strong>and</strong> it<br />
will be equally true.<br />
No doubt it is an important difference between men of<br />
genius or poets, <strong>and</strong> men not of genius, that <strong>the</strong> latter are<br />
unable to grasp <strong>and</strong> c<strong>on</strong>fr<strong>on</strong>t <strong>the</strong> thought which visits <strong>the</strong>m.<br />
A <str<strong>on</strong>g>Week</str<strong>on</strong>g> <strong>on</strong> <strong>the</strong> C<strong>on</strong>cord <strong>and</strong> <strong>Merrimack</strong> <strong>Rivers</strong><br />
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But it is because it is too faint for expressi<strong>on</strong>, or even c<strong>on</strong>scious<br />
impressi<strong>on</strong>. What merely quickens or retards <strong>the</strong> blood<br />
in <strong>the</strong>ir veins <strong>and</strong> fills <strong>the</strong>ir afterno<strong>on</strong>s with pleasure <strong>the</strong>y<br />
know not whence, c<strong>on</strong>veys a distinct assurance to <strong>the</strong> finer<br />
organizati<strong>on</strong> of <strong>the</strong> poet.<br />
We talk of genius as if it were a mere knack, <strong>and</strong> <strong>the</strong> poet<br />
could <strong>on</strong>ly express what o<strong>the</strong>r men c<strong>on</strong>ceived. But in comparis<strong>on</strong><br />
with his task, <strong>the</strong> poet is <strong>the</strong> least talented of any; <strong>the</strong><br />
writer of prose has more skill. See what talent <strong>the</strong> smith has.<br />
His material is pliant in his h<strong>and</strong>s. When <strong>the</strong> poet is most<br />
inspired, is stimulated by an aura which never even colors<br />
<strong>the</strong> afterno<strong>on</strong>s of comm<strong>on</strong> men, <strong>the</strong>n his talent is all g<strong>on</strong>e,<br />
<strong>and</strong> he is no l<strong>on</strong>ger a poet. The gods do not grant him any<br />
skill more than ano<strong>the</strong>r. They never put <strong>the</strong>ir gifts into his<br />
h<strong>and</strong>s, but <strong>the</strong>y encompass <strong>and</strong> sustain him with <strong>the</strong>ir breath.<br />
To say that God has given a man many <strong>and</strong> great talents,<br />
frequently means that he has brought his heavens down<br />
within reach of his h<strong>and</strong>s.<br />
When <strong>the</strong> poetic frenzy seizes us, we run <strong>and</strong> scratch with<br />
our pen, intent <strong>on</strong>ly <strong>on</strong> worms, calling our mates around us,<br />
like <strong>the</strong> cock, <strong>and</strong> delighting in <strong>the</strong> dust we make, but do