Lecture
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              The Necessity of Poetry
                Lecture on Education by Metaphor
                Dante’s Inferno, Canto 5
                (Outside reading for lecture)
                Inferno, Canto V, Dante
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                     In a recent study done in America 
                by the National Council of Teachers of English about people’s 
                avoidance of poetry, it was discovered that most people felt poetry 
                took too much time, too much effort to get out of the poem what 
                they thought they ought to. This study corroborates my own less 
                formal findings. When I was working as program scholar for an 
                adult reading program sponsored by the National Endowment for 
                the Humanities and sent around to local libraries to discuss a 
                book of poems, I asked the participants why they did not generally 
                read poetry when they reach for a book to read. The answer I usually 
                got was that it took too much trouble to read. When I asked what 
                kind of trouble, they responded with the difficulty they had in 
                “figuring out” the poem. If I understood the answer 
                correctly, they thought that when they read a poem, they could 
                not see why the poet tried to “hide” his meaning, 
                leading the few brave readers to “find” the hidden 
                answer. Poetry thus considered was little more than a verbal puzzle 
                to be solved, a treasure hunt for meaning. 
                     What shocked me about the response 
                is that very few people thought that their early experiences with 
                poetry relevant, invalidating the simple joy they felt when their 
                mothers, grandmothers, or siblings read to them. When pushed on 
                this point it became apparent that the real problem was with the 
                poets couching some simple message in terms that were ornamental, 
                florid, baroque. What a distance from Wordsworth’s sense 
                that poetry comes from the overflow of powerful emotions recollected 
                in tranquility or from Ezra Pound’s who said that poetry 
                was language charged with meaning to the highest degree. What 
                turns out to be the central problem in reading poetry for most 
                people is the sense that the poet is saying one thing in terms 
                of another. And he is every time he uses metaphor. And metaphor 
                is the very heart of lyrical poetry. But can this be avoided?
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                     The implication behind most people’s 
                reluctance to read poetry is that in normal discourse disclosing 
                emotive experiences, we are expected to speak directly. We say, 
                “I feel awe;” “I feel gratitude;” “I 
                feel speechless;” but these expressions rarely satisfy those 
                to whom we are speaking. After all, what is awe or gratitude or 
                speechlessness to me, may not be the same to you. Let me offer 
                an example. You have taken an excursion to the country, and there 
                far from the noise and distraction of the city you find yourself 
                climbing a hill that overlooks a river valley. Standing alone 
                at midday on the top of the vista, you look out and notice far 
                above the water and earth a lone hawk gliding in circles. You 
                find the scene compelling in some way and cannot take your eyes 
                from the sight while the breeze blows against your face. Later 
                you want to tell your friend about that experience. But that last 
                term, “experience” is precisely the problem. What 
                was that experience in its totality? You could avoid all communication 
                problems ands simply say it directly: “I climbed to the 
                top of a hill next to the river, and while I was resting there 
                I saw a hawk flying in circles.” But you somehow feel that 
                those twenty-five words do not come close to capturing the very 
                personal experience you had. You could say those words, but when 
                John Hall Wheelock witnessed this scene he said it was like this: 
              
              At noon I watched in the large hollow
                of eternal heaven a hawk
                soaring toward the sun
                through gyres of adoration without end.
                His flight was a great prayer.
               
                     As long as your friend understood 
                your terms, he would undoubtedly understand much more what it 
                was you felt at the time. The bird’s solitude, the vastness 
                of the open spaces, the sense of dignity that solitary flight 
                often invokes: all these sensations are captured with terms that 
                compare the sky to a concave surface and the silent flight towards 
                the sun as a prayer. It is a metaphor not a puzzle; more a mystery 
                than a problem. 
                     Take another example from a contemporary poem. You have noticed 
                that certain events in your life or in the lives of your family 
                or friends alter how they behave. They do not have the same ideas, 
                they do not relate to their old friends in the same way. This 
                change may feel strange to you who witness it. But it may also 
                seem mysterious to the person undergoing the change. You could 
                say, “That experience changed me in the way that I talk 
                to my parents,” and no one would feel the sense of mystery 
                that the change recalls. Robert Bly tries to capture the essence 
                of the mysterious in that shift of character in the following 
                way:
               Those great sweeps of snow that stop 
                suddenly six feet from the house
                Thoughts that go so far…
                The boy gets out of high school and reads no more books
                The son stops calling home.
                The mother puts down her rolling pin and bakes no more bread,
                And the wife looks at her husband one night at a party
                and loves him no more.
                The one inside steps back, the hands touch nothing and are safe.
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              The poem continues to invoke images of apparently unexpected 
                changes that seem as mysterious as the snow that blows in great 
                sweeps up close to a wall, and then stops, leaving a snow drift 
                that is high, and an empty place without snow right next to the 
                house. There is something in us that we have trouble accounting 
                for, as a child might in understanding the idea of air currents 
                in a snow storm.
                     But these illustrations of poetry’s use of metaphor do not 
                go far enough. If we understand metaphor as saying one thing in 
                terms of another, then we have to go much further and say that 
                all thought is metaphorical. When we are learning a new vocabulary 
                in another language we seek to find equivalencies in the dictionary, 
                so that one term is compared to another. And when we seek to discover 
                the meanings of the terms we may not understand in the definitions 
                of the original term, we have to find still more terms. This is 
                true not only in language but also in science and mathematics. 
                There is no such thing as absolute knowledge without reference 
                to something else leading Aristotle to his famous notion that 
                the ultimate particular is unintelligible. It turns out upon closer 
                inspection that all knowledge is understood in this metaphorical 
                way, one thing compared to another.
                     To be unfamiliar with metaphorical 
                thought is to fail to understand the very nature of knowledge. 
                It is to fail to see the limitations as well as the extent of 
                what can be known. And poetry is the use of metaphor par excellence. 
                The need for reading and understanding poetry is thus at the very 
                heart of a solid education, for besides being beautiful, it turns 
                out to be an education in thinking.
                     But it is more than this, much more. If we understand what it 
                is poetry is doing to us, enlarging our imaginations, inspiring 
                us to feel certain things, then we must go a step further and 
                say that poetry has a critical role to play in our moral development. 
                Note the reading from Dante, especially where Dante meets Paulo 
                and Francesca in Hell. The two lovers are suffering in the circle 
                of the lust for the sins they committed in life. But what inspired 
                their misdeed? What were they reading when they committed their 
                sin? How did the poems they were reading effect their actions? 
                These are very serious questions that Dante demands his readers 
                attend to. The fact is that this couple was seduced by a book, 
                by a poem. And we are, ironically enough, reading about that literary 
                seduction in a book that will attempt, by means of poetry, to 
                move our souls to the good. . “The Necklace,” Maupassant
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