Just the other day, I was scanning through a book of poems by Billy Collins when I noticed one called The Death of Allegory. Here’s how it begins:
I am wondering what became of all those tall abstractions that used to pose, robed and statuesque, in paintings and parade about on the pages of the Renaissance displaying their capital letters like license plates.
Truth cantering on a powerful horse, Chastity, eyes downcast, fluttering with veils. Each one was marble come to life, a thought in a coat, Courtesy bowing with one hand always extended,
Villainy sharpening an instrument behind a wall, Reason with her crown and Constancy alert behind a helm. They are all retired now, consigned to a Florida for tropes. Justice is there standing by an open refrigerator.
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Anyway, Collins’ scamper up and down the ladder of abstraction brought something to mind. Good poems are kernels of thought, compressed and polished like diamonds.
So are good newspaper ledes.
Do other journalists out there draw inspiration from poetry? Who do you read, and why?
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