Joy And Sorrow by Khalil Gibran
Then a woman said, Speak to us of Joy and Sorrow. And he answered: Your joy is your sorrow unmasked. And the selfsame well from which your laughter…
Ovid’s Metamorphoses: Polyphemus Sings His Heart Out
O Galatea, You are whiter than the snowy buds upon the privet hedge; the blossoming of meadows cannot match your blossoming; you are more slender than the alder,…
Diary: Lessons in Listening
The sound of my feet on new pavement, on old pavement. The sound I see in the movement of fountain grasses and dancing reeds; of yellowing leaves swimming…
Making Poetry by Anne Stevenson
Making Poetry "You have to inhabit poetry if you want to make it." And what's "to inhabit"? To be in the habit of, to wear…
The Waking by Theodore Roethke
The Waking I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow. I feel my fate in what I cannot fear. I learn by going where I have to…