And see the peaceful trees extend their myriad leaves in leisured dance- they bear the weight of sky and cloud upon the fountain of their veins.
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
... 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.
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…
The work of the artist is to heal the soul. - Kathleen Raine
The work of the artist is to heal the soul.
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…
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…
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…
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.
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