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 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.
To cheat oneself out of love is the most terrible deception; it is an eternal loss for which there is no reparation, either in time or in eternity.
She was wearing a pair of my pajamas with the sleeves rolled up. When she laughed I wanted her again. A minute later she asked me if I loved her. I told her it didn't mean anything but that I didn't think so. She looked sad. But as we were fixing lunch, and for no apparent reason, she laughed in such a way that I kissed her.
When I tried to draw near, you dissolved into air before my lips could touch you...
The chemistry of mind is different from the chemistry of love. The mind is careful, suspicious, he advances little by little. He advises “Be careful, protect yourself” Whereas love says “Let yourself, go!” The mind is strong, never falls down, while love hurts itself, falls into ruins. But isn’t it in ruins that we mostly find the treasures? A broken heart hides so many treasures.
You are the drop,and the ocean you are kindness,you are anger, you are sweetness,you are poison. Do not make me more disheartened. you are the chamber of the sun, you are the abode of venus, you are the garden of all hope. Oh, Beloved, let me enter.
Sometimes I have the strangest feeling about you. Especially when you are near me as you are now. It feels as though I had a string tied here under my left rib where my heart is, tightly knotted to you in a similar fashion. And when you go to Ireland, with all that distance between us, I am afraid that this cord will be snapped, and I shall bleed inwardly.
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