I Read Poetry For Transformation

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    Poetry Is Life

    When you can boil a whole experience into a few words that, carefully chosen, can be read by many people and evoke in them an experience that is not exactly the same but the same on some level. Our lives are filled with conversations - with others and with ourselves.  These...
    WindingPath WindingPath
    46-50, F
    Sep 17, 2008

    "Oh, if a tree could wander

    and move with foot and wings! It would not suffer the axe blows and not the pain of saws! For would the sun not wander away in every night How could at every morning the world be lighted up? And if the ocean’s water would not rise to the sky, How would the plants be...
    DropsOfRain DropsOfRain
    26-30, F
    3 Responses Apr 29, 2015

    Thomas Gray

     To each his suff'rings, all are men,  Condemn'd alike to groan;  The tender for another's pain,  Th' unfeeling for his own.  Yet ah! why should they know their fate?  Since sorrow never comes too late,  And happiness too swiftly...
    imitosis imitosis
    18-21, F
    Apr 14, 2010

    Poetry As An Experience

    You must allow the words to sink in, to show you something, to transform you. My favorite poem of all time is about the experience of being transformed through the reading of poetry. I want to share it with all of you.     Eating Poetry Mark Strand Ink runs...
    amsthegreat amsthegreat
    22-25, F
    1 Response Apr 14, 2010

    Autumn Sonnet (may Sarton)

    The Autumn Sonnets If I can let you go as trees let go Their leaves, so casually, one by one, If I can come to know what they do know, That fall is the release, the consummation, Then fear of time and the uncertain fruit Would not distemper the great lucid skies This...
    swanfether swanfether
    66-70, F
    23 Responses Jul 20, 2008

    The Journey By Mary Oliver

      The Journey One day you finally knew what you had to do, and began, though the voices around you kept shouting their bad advice -- though the whole house began to tremble and you felt the old tug at your ankles. "Mend my life!" each voice...
    swanfether swanfether
    66-70, F
    8 Responses Jul 20, 2008

    When an old man died in the geriatric ward of a

    nursing home in an Australian country town, it was believed that he had nothing left of any value. Later, when the nurses were going through his meager possessions, They found this poem. Its quality and content so impressed the staff that copies were made and distributed to...
    nick030 nick030
    22-25, M
    Mar 30, 2014
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