by Archibald MacLeish
(7) Snow Line
When poets talk about poetry, you know we can't expect a leisurely walk in the park. When you've got a poet like MacLeish who's known to rely on images rather than explanations, things can get a bit tricky. But once we give it some thought, "Ars Poetica" isn't impossible to decode, especially when we're given a green light to "be" rather than "mean."