In this dialogue, the Poet shows and the teacher tells. Poetry is becoming song and so is literature. I imagine these two spirits having this conversation about it.
Poet: “…the cat’s in the cradle and the silver spoon…”
Teacher: This song, Cat’s Cradle by Harry Chapin is a Poem or Story about a man and his son.
P: “Oh, where have you been, my blue eyed son?’
T: This song, A Hard Rain’s A-Gonna Fall by Bob Dylan was part of the reason, he won the Noble Peace Prize For Literature.
P: On Love, on Grief
On love, on grief, on every human thing.
Time sprinkles Lethe’s water with his wing.
T: This poem is only two sentences but is so memorable that you can memorize it without much effort. Walter Savage Landor wrote it.
Three times at the start I put my teeth on my lower lips to create the consonants in the words “love,” “grief,” “every.” Again with the three times at the finish, I purse my lips to create the consonants in the words “water,” “with” and “wing.”
P: You all listen to music.
T: A possible explanation for story and poetry becoming embedded in song. But, what is poetry, if not song?