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Poetry is a place for pain, especially our burning awareness of death. Poetry is also a place for joy, in all its variations – the inexplicability of love, the crucial beauty of nature, and the unerring occurrence of hope. In my poems, I am both the young girl in the dark passageway and the old woman in the large room. In my life, I am simply someone who writes poetry.
Quoted from the introduction of her poetry book "First Kiss" (2012) We don't read and write poetry because it's cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for. To quote from Whitman, "O me! O life!... of the questions of these recurring; of the endless trains of the faithless... of cities filled with the foolish; what good amid these, O me, O life?" Answer. That you are here - that life exists, and identity; that the powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse. That the powerful play *goes on* and you may contribute a verse. What will your verse be?
From the film "Dead Poet's Society" |
I am a trader of jacks and a jack of all trades!
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