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Poets let us stand on the earth among the cows

Poetry is the journal of the sea animal living on land, wanting to fly in the air. Poetry is a search for syllables to shoot at the barriers of the unknown and the unknowable. Poetry is a phantom script telling how rainbows are made and why they go away. –Carl  Sandburg …

Poets help us wish harder

Breathe-in experience,Breathe-out poetry.-Muriel Rukeyser I fervently pledged as a teenager that I would always remember how I felt then, that when I became a parent, I would remember what life was like then, what mattered then, what I worried about and laughed at then,  and what I cried over then. …

Poets tell us about nothing, and about everything

The teacher who is indeed wise does not bid you to enter the house of his wisdom but rather leads you to the threshold of your mind. -Kahlil Gibran Sheridan Simon, one of my favorite professors of all time–and he would have been your favorite too, had you been lucky …

Poets tell us what life is

A Note     Life is the only wayto get covered in leaves, catch your breath on the sand, rise on wings; to be a dog, or stroke its warm fur; to tell painfrom everything it’s not; to squeeze inside events, dawdle in views, to seek the least of all …