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I am a kind word uttered and repeated
By the voice of Nature;
I am a star fallen from the
Blue tent upon the green carpet.
I am the daughter of the elements
With whom Winter conceived;
To whom Spring gave birth;
I was reared in the lap of Summer and I
Slept in the bed of Autumn.
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Infinite chasms
Between one and the other,
Sister, brother.
Between us and them,
Between all we want and how things are.
Terrible voids to abide
It’s an art
To live beyond the divide.
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We need a renaissance of wonder. We need to renew, in our hearts and in our souls, the deathless dream, the eternal poetry, the perennial sense that life is miracle and magic. ~ E. Merrill Root (1895-1973), American Writer
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Poetry arises out of the unknown and speaks to what we do know. ~ W.S. Merwin
Contemporary American poet W.S. Merwin thus affirms what philosopher-poet Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi penned eight centuries ago in his poem “Two Kinds of Intelligence”:
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Don’t go outside your house to see flowers.
My friend, don’t bother with that excursion.
Inside your body there are flowers.
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Poetry is an act of peace. Peace goes into the making of a poem as flour goes into the making of bread. ~ Pablo Neruda
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I will be the gladdest thing
Under the sun!
I will touch a hundred flowers
And not pick one.
~ Edna St. Vincent Millay
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I believe a leaf of grass is no less than the journey work of the stars,
And the pismire is equally perfect, and a grain of sand,
and the egg of the wren,
And the tree-toad is a chef-d’oeuvre for the highest,
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–to feel
Greatly, and understand greatly, and express greatly, the natural
Beauty, is the sole business of poetry. ~ Robinson Jeffers
[Photo: Laguna La Restinga National Park, Isla Margarita, Venezuela]
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Poetry
She comes like the hush and beauty of the night
And sees too deep for laughter;
Her touch is a vibration and a light
From worlds before and after.
~ Edwin Markham (1852-1940)
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