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Poetry is a packsack of invisible keepsakes.
Poetry is a packsack of invisible keepsakes.
'Twas he that ranged the words at random flung,
Pierced the fair pearls and them together strung.
'Twas he that ranged the words at random flung,
Pierced the fair pearls and them together strung.
A poet dares be just so clear and no clearer... He unzips the veil from beauty, but does not remove read more
A poet dares be just so clear and no clearer... He unzips the veil from beauty, but does not remove it. A poet utterly clear is a trifle glaring.
However, if a poem can be reduced to a prose sentence, there can't be much to it.
However, if a poem can be reduced to a prose sentence, there can't be much to it.
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 utterance of deep and heart-felt truth--the true poet is very near the oracle.
Poetry is the utterance of deep and heart-felt truth--the true poet is very near the oracle.
Writing a poem is discovering
Writing a poem is discovering
It is in self-limitation that a master first shows himself.
It is in self-limitation that a master first shows himself.
The poem is the point at which our strength gave out.
The poem is the point at which our strength gave out.
