Spirit belongs to The Above and poetry to the beneath

Ἀποκαλύπτεται γὰρ ὀργὴ θεοῦ ἀπ’ οὐρανοῦ ἐπὶ πᾶσαν ἀσέβειαν καὶ ἀδικίαν ἀνθρώπων τῶν τὴν ἀλήθειαν ἐν ἀδικίᾳ κατεχόντων
Revelatur enim ira Dei de caelo super omnem impietatem et iniustitiam hominum, qui veritatem in iniustitia detinent [1]

"God's anger is revealed from heaven against impiety and unrighteousness of the people who suppress the truth by their wickedness".

St. Paul reveals well the movement of the spirit. The spirit belongs to The Above and comes down, from The Above (ἀπ’ οὐρανοῦ - de caelo - de civitate Dei as Saint Augustine would say). Poetry belongs to the below, to the spirit of the century, as we saw in the post on Leopardi and García Lorca. Poetry belongs to the most beautiful and best inner part of man. Poetry is an attempt to express the beauty and humanity of the living being within the saeculum.

The piece beneath is one of the most famous poems by Jacques Prevért: Cette Amour is the best example of this:

Cet amour
Si violent
Si fragile
Si tendre
Si désespéré
Cet amour
Beau comme le jour
Et mauvais comme le temps
Quand le temps est mauvais
Cet amour si vrai
Cet amour si beau
Si heureux
Si joyeux
Et si dérisoire
Tremblant de peur comme un enfant dans le noir
Et si sûr de lui
Comme un homme tranquille au milieu de la nuit...

This love
So violent
So fragile
So tender
So hopeless
This love
Beautiful as the day
And bad as the weather
When the weather is bad
This love so true
This love so beautiful
So happy
So joyous
And so pathetic
Trembling with fear like a child in the dark
And so sure of itself
Like a tranquil man in the middle of the night...

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[1] Romans 1,18

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