the inspired by collection
anonymous asked: Bright star, John Keats, hands,
blackberries blueberries, rain
I almost wish we were butterflies and liv’d but three summer days - three such days with you I could fill with more delight than fifty common years could ever contain.
Bright Star (2009)
Poetic craft is a carcass, a sham. If poetry does not come as naturally to leaves to a tree, then it had better not come at all… A poem needs understanding through the senses. The point of diving in a lake is not immediately to swim to the shore, but to be in the lake, to luxuriate in the sensation of water. You do not work the lake out. It is an experience beyond thought. Poetry soothes and emboldens the soul to accept mystery.