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Poetry is the rhythmical creation of beauty in words.
Poetry is the rhythmical creation of beauty in words.
There's no money in poetry, but then there's no poetry in money, either.
There's no money in poetry, but then there's no poetry in money, either.
Poetry is ordinary language raised to the Nth power. Poetry is boned with ideas, nerved and blooded with emotions, all read more
Poetry is ordinary language raised to the Nth power. Poetry is boned with ideas, nerved and blooded with emotions, all held together by the delicate, tough skin of words.
CONSIDERING THE VOID
When I behold the charm
of evening skies, their lulling endurance;
the patterns of stars with read more
CONSIDERING THE VOID
When I behold the charm
of evening skies, their lulling endurance;
the patterns of stars with names
of bears and dogs, a swan, a virgin;
other planets that the Voyager showed
were like and so unlike our own,
with all their diverse moons,
bright discs, weird rings, and cratered faces;
comets with their streaming tails
bent by pressure from our sun;
the skyscape of our Milky Way
holding in its shimmering disc
an infinity of suns
(or say a thousand billion);
knowing there are holes of darkness
gulping mass and even light,
knowing that this galaxy of ours
is one of multitudes
in what we call the heavens,
it troubles me. It troubles me.
-President Jimmy Carter- (he has written a volume of poetry as well as a novel, The Hornet's Nest,
about the Revolutionary War).
Poetry is the art of creating imaginary gardens with real toads.
Poetry is the art of creating imaginary gardens with real toads.
Poetry is a way of taking life by the throat.
Poetry is a way of taking life by the throat.
Poetry teaches us music, metaphor, condensation
and specificity.
Poetry teaches us music, metaphor, condensation
and specificity.
The job of the poet is to render the world--to see it and report it without loss, without perversion. No read more
The job of the poet is to render the world--to see it and report it without loss, without perversion. No poet ever talks about feelings. Only sentimental people do.
Of trees I (Krishna) am the fig.
Of trees I (Krishna) am the fig.
