Poetry
Yufa and
Poetry
Fierce insistence on the felicitous expression of nature in human nature, with our capacity for music and mathematics, for art and hope.
I didn’t even knew I had held my breath
Until my body exhaled when I met you
Until my body exhaled when I met you
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Poetry knows the spaces of transition; it traverses and expands them. Poems live in uncertainty.
Mike Kauschke • The Poetic Art of Living in a Time Between Worlds - Emerge
“Many variations of wording can be found in both versions of ‘Auld Lang Syne’ as they have been set down over the years. In fact, surviving manuscript copies in Burns’s own hand are not identically worded.”
They call this knot of stars a Weaving Girl
whose golden needle tears the dark apart.
whose golden needle tears the dark apart.
R. Nemo Hill • Eleventh Reverie of Magellan by R. Nemo Hill
The late great Mary Oliver’s advice for life ❣️
“To pay attention, this is our endless and proper work.”
instagram.comMary Oliver: Morning Poem
Every morning
the world
is created.
Under the orange
sticks of the sun
the heaped
ashes of the night
turn into leaves again
and fasten themselves to the high branches–
and the ponds appear
like black cloth
on which are painted islands
of summer lilies.
If it is your nature
to be happy
you will swim away along the soft trails
for hours, your imagination
alighting everywhere.
And if your spirit
carries within it
the thorn
that is heavier than lead–
if it’s all you can do
to keep on trudging–
there is still
somewhere deep within you
a beast shouting that the earth
is exactly what it wanted–
each pond with its blazing lilies
is a prayer heard and answered
lavishly,
every morning,
whether or not
you have ever dared to be happy,
whether or not
you have ever dared to pray.
“Poetry can break open locked chambers of possibility, restore numbed zones to feeling, recharge desire,” Adrienne Rich
