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
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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
Quote for Today: Kobayashi Issa
Arise from sleep, old cat, and with great yawns and stretching amble out for love --Kobayashi Issa Public Domain Image via GoodFreePhotos
Quote for Today: Mary Ruefle
It is not what a poem says with its mouth, it’s what a poem does with its eyes. ―Mary Ruefle, Madness, Rack, and Honey: Collected Lectures Public Domain Image via Pixabay
Quote for Today: James Fenton
The term 'epitaph' itself means 'something to be spoken at a burial or engraved upon a tomb.' When an epitaph is a poem written for a tomb, and appears in a book, we are aware that we are not reading it in its proper form: we are reading a reproduction. The original of the epitaph … Continue reading Quote for Today: James Fenton
Where is the Refuge? The Melody of our Alienation
The power of the spoken word and the captured image can be woven together in a way that evades description. I thought I had finished synkroniciti's short cycle on Yemen, when I ran across this beautiful poem by Yemeni poet Dr. Abdulaziz Al Maqaleh read so sensitively by Sarah Ahmed. It is a lament for the … Continue reading Where is the Refuge? The Melody of our Alienation
Quote for Today: Percy Bysshe Shelley
Poetry lifts the veil from the hidden beauty of the world, and makes familiar objects be as if they were not familiar. -Percy Bysshe Shelley, A Defence of Poetry Public Domain Image via Pexels.com
