Poetry begins where language starts: in the shadows and accidents of one personβs life.
Eavan BolandRead
. . . We love fog because it shifts old anomalies into the elements surrounding them. It gives relief from a way of seeing
Interpretation
Fog changes our perspective by altering familiar sights, providing a refreshing view of the world.
In this quote, Eavan Boland expresses the beauty of fog, highlighting how it has the power to transform our perception of the environment. By obscuring familiar landmarks and altering our visibility, fog creates a sense of mystery and encourages us to experience our surroundings anew, leading to a comforting relief from our usual ways of seeing the world.
In practice
Sharing the quote during a nature appreciation workshop.
Poetry begins where language starts: in the shadows and accidents of one personβs life.
When I was young, I struggled with authorship: with everything the word meant and failed to mean. Irish poetry was heavy with custom. Sometimes at night, when I tried to write, a ghost hand seemed to hold mine. Where could my life, my language fit in?
There is nothing settled about a poet's identity. The becoming doesn't stop because the being has been achieved. They proceed together, attached in ways that are hard to be exact about.
If a poet does not tell the truth about time, his or her work will not survive it. Past or present, there is a human dimension to time, human voices within it, and human griefs ordained by it.
Our present will become the past of other men and women. We depend on them to remember it with the complexity with which it was suffered. As others, once, depended on us.
As far as I was concerned, it was the absence of women in the poetic tradition which allowed women in the poems to be simplified. The voice of a woman poet would, I was sure, have precluded such distortion. It did not exist.
In the realm of Nature there is nothing purposeless, trivial, or unnecessary
I just think that gardening is about the future, a slow thing, that is deep and spiritual as well as spiritually rewarding.
I have always felt that the best gardens aspired to coppice and that the best woods have all the elements of the very best gardens.
There was a deep silence, only scraped on its surfaces by the faint quiver of empty seed-plumes, and broken grass-blades trembling in small air-movements they could not feel. 'Not a bird!' said Sam mournfully. 'No, no birds,' said Gollum. 'Nice birds!' He licked his teeth. 'No birds here. There are snakeses, wormses, things in the pools. Lots of things, lots of nasty things. No birds,' he ended sadly. Sam looked at him with distaste.
Do you love this world? Do you cherish your humble and silky life? Do you adore the green grass, with its terror beneath? Do you also hurry, half-dressed and barefoot, into the garden, and softly, and exclaiming of their dearness, fill your arms with the white and pink flowers, with their honeyed heaviness, their lush trembling, their eagerness to be wild and perfect for a moment, before they are nothing, forever?
Agriculture changes the landscape more than anything else we do. It alters the composition of species. We don't realize it when we sit down to eat, but that is our most profound engagement with the rest of nature.
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