When you open your mouth to speak, are you smart? A funny question from a great song, but also, a good one, when it comes to poets, and poetry. We tend to have a very ambiguous view of intelligence in poetry, one that I'd say is dysfunctional. Basically, it goes like this: once you are safely dead, it no longer matters how smart you were. For instance, Auden was smarter than Yeats , but most would still say Yeats is the finer poet; Eliot is clearly highly intelligent, but how much of Larkin 's work required a high IQ? Meanwhile, poets while alive tend to be celebrated if they are deemed intelligent: Anne Carson, Geoffrey Hill , and Jorie Graham , are all, clearly, very intelligent people, aside from their work as poets. But who reads Marianne Moore now, or Robert Lowell , smart poets? Or, Pound ? How smart could Pound be with his madcap views? Less intelligent poets are often more popular. John Betjeman was not a very smart poet, per se....
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One of my favourite poems by Darwish is "The Dice Thrower", which has been quoted by many of the obituaries:
To Life I say:
Go slow, wait for me until the drunkenness dries in my glass
I have no role in what I was or who I will be
It is chance and chance has no name
I call the doctor 10 minutes before the death,
10 minutes are sufficient to live by chance.
Here's a homage to Darwish in the Maltese language: Mahmoud Darwish 1942-2008.