The air is full of a farewell- deserted by the silver lake lies the wild world, overturned. Cities rise where the mountains fell, the furnace where the phoenix burned
Of all the arts the living of a life is perhaps the greatest; to live every moment of life with the same imaginative commitment as the poet brings to… - Kathleen Raine
Of all the arts the living of a life is perhaps the greatest; to live every moment of life with the same imaginative commitment as the poet brings to…
- Kathleen Raine
It was not the purpose of poetry to record anything and everything, to merely describe either the outer world or some subjective mood, but to speak f… - Kathleen Raine
It was not the purpose of poetry to record anything and everything, to merely describe either the outer world or some subjective mood, but to speak f…
Intent on one great love, perfect, Requited and for ever, I missed love's everywhere Small presence, thousand-guised. - Kathleen Raine
Intent on one great love, perfect, Requited and for ever, I missed love's everywhere Small presence, thousand-guised.
Poetry is not an end in itself but in the service of life; of what use are poems, or any other works of art, unless to enable human lives to be lived… - Kathleen Raine
Poetry is not an end in itself but in the service of life; of what use are poems, or any other works of art, unless to enable human lives to be lived…
I make no apology for writing in nature's age-old and unaging language, of whose images we build our paradises, Broceliande and Brindavan, the Forest… - Kathleen Raine
I make no apology for writing in nature's age-old and unaging language, of whose images we build our paradises, Broceliande and Brindavan, the Forest…
O never harm the dreaming world, the world of green, the world of leaves, but let its million palms unfold the adoration of the trees It is a lov… - Kathleen Raine
O never harm the dreaming world, the world of green, the world of leaves, but let its million palms unfold the adoration of the trees It is a lov…
... the poem reminds us of what we ourselves know, but did not know we knew; reminds us, above all, of what we are. - Kathleen Raine
... the poem reminds us of what we ourselves know, but did not know we knew; reminds us, above all, of what we are.
Of all created things the source is one, Simple, single as love; remember The cell and seed of life, the sphere That is, of child, white bird, and sm… - Kathleen Raine
Of all created things the source is one, Simple, single as love; remember The cell and seed of life, the sphere That is, of child, white bird, and sm…
The work of the artist is to heal the soul. - Kathleen Raine
The work of the artist is to heal the soul.
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