Poetic art By Vicente Huidobro 1916 May the verse be like a key that opens a thousand foors. A leaf falls; something flies by; Whenever the eyes look, it is created, And the listener's soul remains trembling. He invents new worlds and keeps your word; When the adjective does not give life, it Kills. We are in the cycle of nerves The muscle hangs, As a souvenir, in the museums; But not for that reason we have less strength: The true vigor1 resides in the head. Why do you sing the rose, oh poets! Make it bloom in the poem; Just for us Live all things under the Sun. The Poet is a little God. Which of the following options summarizes the central theme of the poem?
A) Words have power to change society
B) Poetry is an intelligent and creative art that requires responsibility
C) People love poetry because it talks about human emotions.
D) Poets are unbalanced people who understand human nature.
