Poetry begins where language starts: in the shadows and accidents of one personβs life.
Eavan BolandRead
. . . We love fog because it shifts old anomalies into the elements surrounding them. It gives relief from a way of seeing
Interpretation
Fog changes our perspective by altering familiar sights, providing a refreshing view of the world.
In this quote, Eavan Boland expresses the beauty of fog, highlighting how it has the power to transform our perception of the environment. By obscuring familiar landmarks and altering our visibility, fog creates a sense of mystery and encourages us to experience our surroundings anew, leading to a comforting relief from our usual ways of seeing the world.
In practice
Sharing the quote during a nature appreciation workshop.
Poetry begins where language starts: in the shadows and accidents of one personβs life.
When I was young, I struggled with authorship: with everything the word meant and failed to mean. Irish poetry was heavy with custom. Sometimes at night, when I tried to write, a ghost hand seemed to hold mine. Where could my life, my language fit in?
There is nothing settled about a poet's identity. The becoming doesn't stop because the being has been achieved. They proceed together, attached in ways that are hard to be exact about.
If a poet does not tell the truth about time, his or her work will not survive it. Past or present, there is a human dimension to time, human voices within it, and human griefs ordained by it.
Our present will become the past of other men and women. We depend on them to remember it with the complexity with which it was suffered. As others, once, depended on us.
As far as I was concerned, it was the absence of women in the poetic tradition which allowed women in the poems to be simplified. The voice of a woman poet would, I was sure, have precluded such distortion. It did not exist.
The land retains an identity of its own, still deeper and more subtle than we can know. Our obligation toward it then becomes simple: to approach with an uncalculating mind, with an attitude of regard...be alert for its openings, for that moment when something sacred reveals itself within the mundane, and you know the land knows you are there.
Cultivating and conserving diversity is no luxury in our times: it is a survival imperative.
We have become great because of the lavish use of our resources ... But the time has come to inquire seriously what will happen when our forests are gone, when the coal, the iron, the oil and the gas are exhausted.
Well-apparel'd April on the heel_x000D_ _x000D_ Of limping Winter treads.
Places that have become agricultural deserts, trashed by giant corporations, could be reforested, drawing carbon dioxide from the air on a vast scale. The ecosystems of land and sea could recover, not just in pockets but across great tracts of the planet.
It is a beautiful and delightful sight to behold the body of the Moon.
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