Posts Tagged: poetry

The Angels – Rainer Maria Rilke

They all have tired mouths and bright seamless souls. And a longing (as for sin) sometimes haunts their dream.   They are almost all alike; in God’s gardens they keep still, like many, many intervals in his might and melody.

The Angels – Rainer Maria Rilke

They all have tired mouths and bright seamless souls. And a longing (as for sin) sometimes haunts their dream.   They are almost all alike; in God’s gardens they keep still, like many, many intervals in his might and melody.

Rainer Maria Rilke – The Book of Hours

Why am I reaching again for the brushes? When I paint your portrait, God, nothing happens. But I can choose to feel you. At my senses’ horizon you appear hesitantly, like scattered islands. Yet standing here, peering out, I’m all

Rainer Maria Rilke – The Book of Hours

Why am I reaching again for the brushes? When I paint your portrait, God, nothing happens. But I can choose to feel you. At my senses’ horizon you appear hesitantly, like scattered islands. Yet standing here, peering out, I’m all

Adrienne Rich – Notebooks on Poetry and Politics

What is political activisim anyway? It’s something both prepared for and spontaneous – like making poetry. When we do and think and feel certain things privately and in secret, even when thousands of people are doing, thinking, whispering these things

Adrienne Rich – Notebooks on Poetry and Politics

What is political activisim anyway? It’s something both prepared for and spontaneous – like making poetry. When we do and think and feel certain things privately and in secret, even when thousands of people are doing, thinking, whispering these things