Auden said poetry makes nothing happen. But I wonder if the opposite could be true. It could make something happen.
Carol Ann DuffyRead
Time hates love, wants love poor,/but love spins gold, gold, gold from straw.
Interpretation
Love has the power to create something precious even in difficult circumstances.
This quote by Carol Ann Duffy illustrates the idea that love, despite the challenges and the relentless passage of time that can make love seem futile or impoverished, has an incredible ability to transform and produce beauty and value from the simplest or direst of situations, much like turning straw into gold. It emphasizes the resilience of love in the face of adversity and its potential for greatness.
In practice
In a wedding speech, to highlight the enduring nature of love.
Auden said poetry makes nothing happen. But I wonder if the opposite could be true. It could make something happen.
You have me like a drawing, erased, coloured in, untitled, signed by your tongue.
Poetry, above all is a series of intense moments Β its power is not in narrative. I'm not dealing with facts, I'm dealing_x000D_ with emotion.
I have piles of poetry books in the bathroom, on the stairs, everywhere. The only way to write poetry is to read it.
The moment of inspiration can come from memory, or language, or the imagination, or experience - anything that makes an impression forcibly enough for language to form.
Poetry and prayer are very similar.
His face contained for me all possibilities of fierceness and sweetness, pride and submissiveness, violence, self-containment. I never saw more in it than I had when I saw it first, because I saw everything then. The whole thing in him that I was going to love, and never catch or explain.
I would step in the way of a bullet if it were aimed at my husband. It is not self-sacrifice to die protecting that which you value: If the value is great enough, you do not care to exist without it.
Almost everybody's happy to be a fool for love.
He will hold thee, when his passion shall have spent its novel force, Something better than his dog, a little dearer than his horse.
Few men looked on her without becoming, in a certain fashion, her lovers. But it was the kind of love that made them not less true, but truer, to their own wives.
Just to be in love seemed the most blissful luxury I had ever known. The thought came to me that perhaps it is the loving that counts, not the being loved in return -- that perhaps true loving can never know anything but happiness. For a moment I felt that I had discovered a great truth.
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