Chapter 108
Dark Heaven Village
The next morning, I woke up and stepped onto the deck. The deck, just before dawn, was cool and filled with an inexplicable sense of reverence. The salty sea scent wafted up to my nose, and I found myself absently staring at the ocean.
‘Is it true that nature and poets cannot coalesce?’
People often think it’s only natural for poetry to express nature. Many consider that an outstanding poet’s duty is to portray exceptional landscapes.
But that wasn’t the case. When a human faces nature, whether they are a poet or a genius, they are simply overwhelmed, and inspirations do not arise. Nature isn’t something light or merely sufficient to be described through scenery. It is simply something to be revered.
Since poetry must express the human experience, a poet may enjoy nature but cannot be submerged by it. In reality, what we call ‘famous poems’ lay bare and elegantly describe human affairs.
Poetry must not transcend humanity.
That was supported by the translator of the Three Hundred Tang Poems I had previously seen.
As I pondered this, something caught my eye.