“In the bleak midwinter Frosty wind made moan, Earth stood hard as iron, Water like a stone; Snow had fallen, Snow on snow, Snow on snow, In the bleak midwinter, Long ago.”
~ Christina Rossetti, Poet 1830-1894
“But I have promises to keep, and miles to go before I sleep, and miles to go before I sleep.”
~ Robert Frost
W. H. Auden, Anglo-American poet ~ 1907 – 1973
A word is dead
When it is said,
I say it just
Begins to live
~Emily Dickinson, “A Word is Dead
No spring nor summer’s beauty hath such grace
As I have seen in one Autumnal face….
~John Donne, “Elegy IX: The Autumnal”
“As for me, I know nothing else but miracles,
Whether I walk the streets of Manhattan,
Or dart my sight over the roofs of houses toward the sky,
Or wade with naked feet along the beach just in the edge of the water,
Or stand under the trees in the woods,
Or talk by day with any one I love,
Or sleep in bed at night with any one I love,
Or watch honey bees busy around the hive of a summer forenoon…
Or the wonderfulness of the sundown,
Or of stars shining so quiet and bright,
Or the exquisite delicate thin curve of the new moon in spring…
What stranger miracles are there?”
– Walt Whitman
“I just want a hot cup of coffee,black,and I don’t want to hear about your troubles.”
– Charles Bukowski
“Poetry is a naked woman, a naked man, and the distance between them.”
– Lawrence Ferlinghetti
The charming landscape which I saw this morning is indubitably made up of some 20 or 30 farms. Miller owns this field, Locke that, and Manning the woodland beyond. But none of them owns the landscape. There is a property in the horizon which no man has but he whose eye can integrate all the parts, that is, the poet.
~Ralph Waldo Emerson
And by the way, everything in life is writable about if you have the outgoing guts to do it, and the imagination to improvise. The worst enemy to creativity is self-doubt. -Sylvia Plath (1932-1963)
Poetry is a naked woman, a naked man, and the distance between them.
From the Robert Frost poem, Fire and Ice written in 1923.
I came to a point where
I needed solitude and
just stop the machine
of thinking and enjoying
what they call living,
I just wanted to lie in
the grass and look at
Santosh Kalwar is a Nepalese poet and writer who lives in Finland.
“In three words I can sum up everything I’ve learned about life: it goes on.”
– Robert Frost
“The white man is very clever. He came quietly and peaceably with his religion. We were amused at his foolishness and allowed him to stay. Now he has won our brothers, and our clan can no longer act like one. He has put a knife on the things that held us together and we have fallen apart.”
Born: November 16, 1930
Nigerian poet, novelist, professor and critic
“If you don’t like something, change it. If you can’t
change it, change your attitude. Don’t complain.”
– Maya Angelou
Don’t use the phone.
People are never ready
to answer it. Use poetry.
“Never be bullied into silence. Never allow yourself to be made a victim. Accept no one’s definition of your life; define yourself.”
What if someone gave a war & Nobody came?
Life would ring bells of Ecstacy and
Forever be Itself again.
June 3, 1926 – April 5, 1887
A world is in danger, this planet is in great danger!
May 22, 1914-May 30, 1993
Composer, Musician, Philosopher, Pianist and Poet
A revolution is interesting insofar as it avoids
like the plague the plague it promised to heal.
Born: May 9, 1921
Activist, Poet, Priest
A sculptor is a person who is interested in the shape
of things, a poet in words, a musician in sounds.
— Henry Moore
Half the world is composed of people who have something to say and can’t and the other half who have nothing to say and keep on saying it. — Robert Frost
Hell is a half-filled auditorium.
– Robert Frost