When faith did come, it came, I think, by way of my little paralyzed daughter. Her lifeless hands led me; I think her tiny feet still know beautiful paths.
Joyce KilmerRead
The fairy poet takes a sheet Of moonbeam, silver white; His ink is dew from daisies sweet, His pen a point of light.
Interpretation
The quote celebrates the beauty of nature and the creative process in poetry.
In this quote, Joyce Kilmer metaphorically illustrates the enchanting relationship between nature and creativity. He suggests that a poet draws inspiration from the natural world, using elements like moonbeams, dew, and light as the tools of their craft, ultimately highlighting the magic found within the creation of art.
In practice
This quote can be shared at a poetry reading to inspire fellow poets.
When faith did come, it came, I think, by way of my little paralyzed daughter. Her lifeless hands led me; I think her tiny feet still know beautiful paths.
At first blush I am tempted to conclude that a satisfactory hobby must be in large degree useless, inefficient, laborious, or irrelevant.
The modern artist must live by craft and violence. His gods are violent gods. Those artists, so called, whose work does not show this strife, are uninteresting.
I never said the camera was truth. It is, however, a more accurate and more objective way of seeing.
For me, writing [was] a question of survival...I could not trust anyone, even my family. The atmosphere was so poisoned. People even in your own family could turn you in.
I have, in some ways, saved characters that have been marginalized by society by playing them - and having them still have dignity and still survive, still get through it.
Every authentic poem contributes to the labor of poetry... to bring together what life has separated or violence has torn apart... Poetry can repair no loss, but it defies the space which separates. And it does this by its continual labor of reassembling what has been scattered.
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