Poetry
Yufa and
Poetry
But now it has happened,
No use in talking
The silence between me and you
Has never had meaning.
It was, love it, that was all
That was asked.
But now it has happened,
No words for the foretime,
The desperation has made me the same,
Has made me another.
Who looks at the shape of the fish
Grow giant on the side of his bowl,
Who walks on the terrace
Observing... See more
No use in talking
The silence between me and you
Has never had meaning.
It was, love it, that was all
That was asked.
But now it has happened,
No words for the foretime,
The desperation has made me the same,
Has made me another.
Who looks at the shape of the fish
Grow giant on the side of his bowl,
Who walks on the terrace
Observing... See more
Unknown • CHET ON POETRY (Chet Baker)
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
That Enthusiasm and Life may not cease: arise Spectre arise!
William Blake • Jerusalem. The Emanation of the Giant Albion/Plate 9 - Wikisource, the free online library
Would to God that all the Lord’s people were Prophets. Read: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/And_did_those_feet_in_ancient_time
Jan Zwicky, SONGS FOR RELINQUISHING THE EARTH
Hungarian poetry wakes up parts of my soul i didn’t know existed.
Title: ‘You know’