The Old Poets Of China Wherever I am, the world comes after me. It offers me its busyness. It does not believe that I do not want it. Now I understand why the old poets of China went so far and high into the mountains, then crept into the pale mist. ― Mary Oliver, Why … Continue reading Quote for Today: Mary Oliver
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Quote for Today: Billy Collins
Introduction to Poetry I ask them to take a poem and hold it up to the light like a color slide or press an ear against its hive. I say drop a mouse into a poem and watch him probe his way out, or walk inside the poem's room and feel the walls for a … Continue reading Quote for Today: Billy Collins
Quote for Today: Walt Whitman
Stop this day and night with me and you shall possess the origin of all poems, You shall possess the good of the earth and sun.... there are millions of suns left, You shall no longer take things at second or third hand.... nor look through the eyes of the dead.... nor feed on … Continue reading Quote for Today: Walt Whitman
Quote for Today: Czeslaw Milosz
The purpose of poetry is to remind us how difficult it is to remain just one person, for our house is open, there are no keys in the doors, and invisible guests come in and out at will. ― Czeslaw Milosz Image: The Double Secret, René Magritte, 1927
Quote for Today: Robert Frost
A poem begins with a lump in the throat; a homesickness or a love sickness. It is a reaching-out toward expression; an effort to find fulfillment. A complete poem is one where an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words. ― Robert Frost Public Domain Image via Pixabay
Quote for Today: Omar Khayyam
When you are so full of sorrow that you can't walk, can't cry anymore, think about the green foliage that sparkles after the rain. When the daylight exhausts you, when you hope a final night will cover the world, think about the awakening of a young child. --attributed to Omar Khayyam Image: Grail by … Continue reading Quote for Today: Omar Khayyam
Quote for Today: Barbara Kingsolver
I do understand that they fall when I'm least able to pay attention because poems fall not from a tree, really, but from the richly pollinated boughs of an ordinary life, buzzing, as lives do, with clamor and glory. They are easy to miss but everywhere: poetry just is, whether we revere it or try … Continue reading Quote for Today: Barbara Kingsolver
