I’m hesitating calling this a new weekly series . . . but maybe it will be just that. I wanted a place to share some of my favorite quotations, excerpts, poems and words that invite personal reflection. I’ll be leaving my own thoughts in the comments section and I would love for you to do the same. Wishing you all a wonderful and restful Sunday. xoxo, Sheila
Years ago I set three “rules” for myself. Every poem I write, I said, must have a genuine body, it must have sincere energy, and it must have a spiritual purpose. If a poem to my mind failed any one of these categories it was rebuked and redone, or discarded. Over the forty or so years during which writing poems has been my primary activity, I have added other admonitions and consents. I want every poem to “rest” in intensity. I want it to be rich with “pictures of the world.” I want it to carry threads from the perceptually felt world to the intellectual world.
I want each poem to indicate a life lived with intelligence, patience, passion and whimsy . . . I want the poem to ask something and, at its best moments, I want the question to remain unanswered. I want it to be clear that answering the question is the reader’s part in an implicit author-reader pact. Last but not least, I want the poem to have a pulse, a breathiness, some moment of earthly delight. – Mary Oliver
Poetry is life distilled. – Gwendolyn Brooks