#maybe all pain in the world requires poetry
Anne Carson
“This is what poetry does for me–both the reading and the writing of it–it helps me remember that each moment has the potential to open itself to me if I pay deep enough attention.”—Ellen Bass, from “An Interview with Ellen Bass” by Patricia Clark, The Writer’s Chronicle (vol. 54, no. 3, February 2022)
“[Words] are a bridge that, paradoxically, breaks isolation and loneliness without eradicating it. It is the first experience you ever had of reading a decent poem: “Oh, somebody else is lonely, too!”
It is the most fragile relationship in the world.
Colette calls a poem “that secret, that dried rose, that scar, that sin.” James Tate uses as an epigraph for one of his books a line by James Salter: “Here then, faintly discolored and liable to come apart if you touch it, is the corsage that I kept from the dance.”
In Hindu poetics, “a poem is recognised as such by those who have a heart.” If you do not have a heart, you cannot recognize a poem.
The heart is a small closed space, a symbol or souvenir of the inner life, the secret life, the silent life.
It is liable to come apart if you touch it.”
— Mary Ruefle, from “On Secrets,” in Madness, Rack, and Honey
“[Words] are a bridge that, paradoxically, breaks isolation and loneliness without eradicating it. It is the first experience you ever had of reading a decent poem: “Oh, somebody else is lonely, too!”
It is the most fragile relationship in the world.
Colette calls a poem “that secret, that dried rose, that scar, that sin.” James Tate uses as an epigraph for one of his books a line by James Salter: “Here then, faintly discolored and liable to come apart if you touch it, is the corsage that I kept from the dance.”
In Hindu poetics, “a poem is recognised as such by those who have a heart.” If you do not have a heart, you cannot recognize a poem.
The heart is a small closed space, a symbol or souvenir of the inner life, the secret life, the silent life.
It is liable to come apart if you touch it.”— Mary Ruefle, from “On Secrets,” in Madness, Rack, and Honey