and here are some 'poetry quotes' i thought to be quite beautiful :)
Friday, April 25, 2014
Great Quote
This is the age of science, of steel -- of speed and the cement road. The age of hard faces and hard highways. Science and steel demand the medium of prose. Speed requires only the look -- the gesture. What need then, for poetry?
Great need!
There are souls, in these noise-tired times, that turn aside into unfrequented lanes, where the deep woods have harbored the fragrances of many a blossoming season. Here the light, filtering through perfect forms, arranges itself in lovely patterns for those who perceive beauty...
Roy J. Cook
Great need!
There are souls, in these noise-tired times, that turn aside into unfrequented lanes, where the deep woods have harbored the fragrances of many a blossoming season. Here the light, filtering through perfect forms, arranges itself in lovely patterns for those who perceive beauty...
Roy J. Cook
William Blake- Earth's Answer
Earth raised up her head
From the darkness dread and drear,
Her light fled,
Stony, dread,
And her locks covered with grey despair.
'Prisoned on watery shore,
Starry jealousy does keep my den
Cold and hoar;
Weeping o'er,
I hear the father of the ancient men.
'Selfish father of men!
Cruel, jealous, selfish fear!
Can delight,
Chained in night,
The virgins of youth and morning bear.
'Does spring hide its joy,
When buds and blossoms grow?
Does the sower
Sow by night,
Or the ploughman in darkness plough?
'Break this heavy chain,
That does freeze my bones around!
Selfish, vain,
Eternal bane,
That free love with bondage bound.'
From the darkness dread and drear,
Her light fled,
Stony, dread,
And her locks covered with grey despair.
'Prisoned on watery shore,
Starry jealousy does keep my den
Cold and hoar;
Weeping o'er,
I hear the father of the ancient men.
'Selfish father of men!
Cruel, jealous, selfish fear!
Can delight,
Chained in night,
The virgins of youth and morning bear.
'Does spring hide its joy,
When buds and blossoms grow?
Does the sower
Sow by night,
Or the ploughman in darkness plough?
'Break this heavy chain,
That does freeze my bones around!
Selfish, vain,
Eternal bane,
That free love with bondage bound.'
Monday, April 14, 2014
Poetry
Poetry (ancient Greek: ποιεω (poieo) = I create) is an
art form in which human language is used for its
aesthetic qualities in addition to, or instead of, its
notional and semantic content. It consists largely of
oral or literary works in which language is used in a
manner that is felt by its user and audience to differ
from ordinary prose.
art form in which human language is used for its
aesthetic qualities in addition to, or instead of, its
notional and semantic content. It consists largely of
oral or literary works in which language is used in a
manner that is felt by its user and audience to differ
from ordinary prose.
Tuesday, April 1, 2014
National Poetry Month
April is National Poetry Month!
Lets celebrate !
Click here to see 30 different ways to celebrate the month!
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