For poetry there exists neither large countries nor small. Its domain is in the heart of all men.
Giorgos SeferisRead
Like a bird with broken wing_x000D_ _x000D_ that has traveled through wind for years . . ._x000D_ _x000D_ I sleep and my heart stays awake . . .
Interpretation
The quote expresses a sense of enduring struggle and resilience despite challenges.
Giorgos Seferis uses the metaphor of a bird with a broken wing to illustrate the pain of lost potential and yearning. The imagery of traveling through the wind signifies the hardships endured, while the heart that stays awake indicates an unwavering spirit and hope that persists, even in a state of rest or despair.
In practice
In a speech about overcoming obstacles, one could use this quote to emphasize the importance of resilience.
For poetry there exists neither large countries nor small. Its domain is in the heart of all men.
Leaves like rusty tin_x000D_ _x000D_ for the desolate mind that has seen the end-_x000D_ _x000D_ the barest glimmerings._x000D_ _x000D_ Leaves aswirl with gulls_x000D_ _x000D_ made wild by winter.
You spoke about things they couldn't see and so they laughed. Yet to row up the dark river against the current, to take the unknown road blindly, stubbornly, and to search for words rooted like the knotted olive tree- let them laugh. And to yearn for the other world to inhabit today's suffocating loneliness, this ravaged present- let them be.
You can write the best column in the world on Monday, and it does you absolutely no good on Tuesday. There is no way to win. You just write until you are tired, they fire you, or you die.
Screwing things up is a virtue. Being correct is never the point. I have an almost fanatically correct assistant, and by the time she re-spells my words and corrects my punctuation, I can't read what I wrote. Being right can stop all the momentum of a very interesting idea.
What matters is not how well you can avoid trouble, but how you cope with trouble when it comes.
The true definition of madness is repeating the same action, over and over, hoping for a different result.
Therefore, since the world has still Much good, but much less good than ill, And while the sun and moon endure Luck's a chance, but trouble's sure, I'd face it as a wise man would, And train for ill and not for good.
Perhaps our originality manifests itself most strikingly in what we do with that which we did not originate. To discover something wholly new can be a matter of chance, of idle tinkering, or even of the chronic dissatisfaction of the untalented.
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