"...Feelings are not linear and unique [esoteric] to me, but a mosaic, or better, a collage of sensory experiences, expressed with shapes, colors, sounds and the whole range of correlative objects that grate on the nervous system to make humankind know it is alive." This quote is taken from "A Preface by the Poet" in Indian Summer, the greatest book of poems I ever read. It is out of print. But the first half of the contents of the original edition is given in this publication, POEMS.
La Di La Dah
It is odd to contemplate that a slim book of poems might represent the end result of a genius' life effort to produce a great work of art. And that a grown man has dedicated most of his life to achieving the kind of results, Mr. Brewton achieves in these little gems of poetry. But each poem is almost a complete novel, in and of itself. Mr. Brewton laments, like any other mortal human being, the inevitable passage of time and youth, but the slender little volume of poems which he has produced is an achievement of a century, a monumental work and a work of genius. And the way he says things...is so bewitching, such as his comment at the end of his poem "Leaning Posts:"
"When all we ever asked of time or place
Was that it would be there
When we returned."
We played checkers
on the banisters
while our sun was bright
and petunias wound their way
upward on a string
By evening we gathered together
on the doorsteps
listening to ghost tales
or watching how stars blinked
and planets stood still
At night we put our board and me away
while flowers closed their blooms
and with phantoms raging in our heads
We shut our eyes
and slept as quiet moons.