Tratando de poesia

Desenvolvendo um projeto de poesia visual na minha escola, fui alertada recentemente por uma amiga sobre a existência de um poema, na verdade, um meta-poema, que me fascinou. Ars Poética, de Archibald MacLeish, é de uma sensibilidade e concretude que impressionam. Já tenho a sensação de que posso tocar em uma poema, ainda que com os olhos.

A poem should be palpable and mute
As a globed fruit
Dumb
As old medallions to the thumb
Silent as the sleeve-worn stone
Of casement ledges where the moss has grown -
A poem should be wordless
As the flight of birds
A poem should be motionless in time
As the moon climbs
Leaving, as the moon releases
Twig by twig the night-entangled trees,
Leaving, as the moon behind the winter leaves,
Memory by memory the mind -
A poem should be motionless in time
As the moon climbs
A poem should be equal to:
Not true
For all the history of grief
An empty doorway and a maple leaf
For love
The leaning grasses and two lights above the sea -
A poem should not mean
But be.