Tuesday, September 13, 2011

On Poetry

[image from google]

A poem......
"wants to open itself,
like the door of a little temple,
so that you might step inside and be cooled
and refreshed,
and less yourself
than part of everything.

"Poetry is a life-cherishing force.
For poems are not words, after all,
but fires for the cold,
ropes let down to the lost,
something as necessary as bread
in the pockets of the hungry."

Mary Oliver

1 comment:

I so appreciate you taking the time to read and comment.
Thank you so much. I will be over to see you soon!