Saturday, September 24, 2022

Poems Are Not Words

 

Poetry is a life-cherishing force.  And it requires a vision--a faith, to use an old-fashioned term.  Yes, indeed. 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. Yes. indeed.  

--Mary Oliver [Final lines from A Poetry Handbook].




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