It's absolutely crucial to maintain my life as a poet.
Edward HirschRead
And every year there is a brief, startling moment _x000D_ When we pause in the middle of a long walk home and _x000D_ Suddenly feel something invisible and weightless _x000D_ Touching our shoulders, sweeping down from the air: _x000D_ It is the autumn wind pressing against our bodies; _x000D_ It is the changing light of fall falling on us.
Interpretation
This quote captures the fleeting and refreshing experience of feeling the autumn weather as a reminder of change.
Edward Hirsch's quote vividly describes a moment during a walk when one becomes acutely aware of the sensations brought by the autumn wind and light. It emphasizes the beauty and transience of nature, evoking a sense of connection to the changing seasons and the simple yet profound experiences that often go unnoticed in our daily lives.
In practice
This quote could be shared during a nature retreat to encourage mindfulness.
It's absolutely crucial to maintain my life as a poet.
The commitment to working at poetry is important because a poet is a maker, and a poem is a made thing. We have to honor our feelings by working to transform them into something meaningful and lasting.
As far as I'm concerned, freedom is the most important thing to creativity. You should feel free to write in whatever way, whatever language, feels comfortable to you.
The idea that a poem was a made thing stayed with me, and I decided then that I wanted to be an artist, not just a diarist. So I put myself through a kind of apprenticeship in writing poetry, and I understood even then that my practice as a poet was deeply related to my reading.
When poetry separates from song, then the words have to carry all the rhythm themselves; they have to do all the work. They can't rely on the singing voice.
The idea of a poem as a message in a bottle means that it's sent out towards some future reader, and the reader who opens that bottle becomes the addressee of the literary text.
Only nature has a right to grieve perpetually, for she only is innocent. Soon the ice will melt, and the blackbirds sing along the river which he frequented, as pleasantly as ever. The same everlasting serenity will appear in this face of God, and we will not be sorrowful, if he is not.
Presence is needed to become aware of the Beauty, the Majesty, the Sacredness of Nature
Walking . . . is how the body measures itself against the earth.
The grass as bristly and stout as chives and me wondering when the ground will break and me wondering how anything fragile survives
Everyone should have themselves regularly overwhelmed by Nature
The unwaking world was as hushed as a deep forest.
Subscribe for the occasional hand-picked quote. No noise.