Posted by: ktzefr | April 15, 2014

6 Favorite Poets and Pics

In celebration of National Poetry Month and the beginning of spring, here are a few special words from six of my favorite poets:

Treasures in the clear water of Hawksnest Bay, St. John, USVI; Photo:KFawcett

Treasures in the clear water of Hawksnest Bay, St. John, USVI; Photo:KFawcett

 

“A pearl in the shell

does not touch the ocean.  Be a pearl

without a shell, a mindful flooding,

candle turned moth, head become empty

jar, bird settling nest, love lived.”

~ Rumi, “Wilder Than We Ever” from The Soul of Rumi, translations by Coleman Barks

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Forsythia in bloom; Photo:KFawcett

“Listen, are you breathing just a little, and calling it a life?

While the soul, after all, is only a window,

and the opening of the window no more difficult

than the wakening from a little sleep.”

~ Mary Oliver, “Have You Ever Tried to Enter the Long Black Branches” from New and Selected Poems, Vol. 2

Sunset, San Miguel de Allende; Photo:KFawcett

Sunset, San Miguel de Allende; Photo:KFawcett

The Spanish language is prettier than English in most cases.  However, I think these words and the images they produce are also lovely in the English version.

“La noche está estrellada, y tiritan,

azules, los astros, a lo lejos.

El viento de la noche gira en el cielo y canta.”

~ Pablo Neruda, “Puedo escribir los versos más tristes” from The Essential Neruda, edited by Mark Eisner

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“The night is full of stars,

twinkling blue, in the distance.

The night wind spins in the sky and sings.”

~ Pablo Neruda, “I can write the saddest verses”

Golden Chain Tree; USVI National Park; Photo:KFawcett

Golden Chain Tree; USVI National Park; Photo:KFawcett

“Something sudden, a windfall,

a meteor shower.  No–

a flowering tree releasing

all its blossoms at once,

and the one standing beneath it

unexpectedly robed in bloom,

transformed into a stranger

too beautiful to touch.”

~ Lisel Mueller, “How I Would Paint Happiness” (Imaginary Paintings), from Alive Together: New and Selected Poems

Dogwood; Photo:KFawcett

Dogwood; Photo:KFawcett

“I light a candle on the wood table,

I take another sip of wine,

I pick up an onion and a knife.

And the past and the future?

Nothing but an only child with two different masks.”

~ Billy Collins, “In the Evening” from The Trouble With Poetry

Kentucky meadow; Photo:KFawcett

Kentucky meadow; Photo:KFawcett

“Over the Blue Ridge, the whisperer starts to whisper in tongues.

Remembered landscapes are left in me

The way a bee leaves its sting,

hopelessly, passion-placed,

Untranslatable language.

Non-mystical, insoluble in blood, they act as an opposite

To the absolute, whose words are a solitude, and set to music.

All forms of landscape are autobiographical.”

~ Charles Wright, “All Landscape is Abstract, and Tends to Repeat Itself” from Appalachia

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