Poetry is the journal of the sea animal living on land, wanting to fly in the air. Poetry is a search for syllables to shoot at the barriers of the unknown and the unknowable. Poetry is a phantom script telling how rainbows are made and why they go away. Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance - Carl Sandburg..........Poetry should be great and unobtrusive, a thing which enters into one's soul, and does not startle it or amaze it with itself, but with its subject - John Keats .........Poetry is the breath and finer spirit of all knowledge - William Wordsworth ..........Poets utter great and wise things which they do not themselves understand - Plato .........No man was ever yet a great poet, without being at the same time a profound philosopher. For poetry is the blossom and the fragrance of all human knowledge, human thoughts, human passions, emotions, language - Samuel Taylor Coleridge .........One demands two things of a poem. Firstly, it must be a well-made verbal object that does honor to the language in which it is written. Secondly, it must say something significant about a reality common to us all, but perceived from a unique perspective. What the poet says has never been said before, but, once he has said it, his readers recognize its validity for themselves - W. H. Auden ...........Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash - Leonard Cohen .........There is a pleasure in poetic pains which only poets know - William Cowper .........Genuine poetry can communicate before it is understood -T. S. Eliot ..........Poetry heals the wounds inflicted by reason - Novalis...........He who draws noble delights from sentiments of poetry is a true poet, though he has never written a line in all his life - George Sand .........A poem is never finished, only abandoned - Paul Valery ........A poet is a bird of unearthly excellence, who escapes from his celestial realm arrives in this world warbling. If we do not cherish him, he spreads his wings and flies back into his homeland - Kahlil Gibran.............Poetry should strike the reader as a wording of his own highest thoughts, and appear almost a remembrance - John Keats..........To be a poet is a condition, not a profession - Robert Frost........A poem is true if it hangs together. Information points to something else. A poem points to nothing but itself - E. M. Forster.........Publishing a volume of verse is like dropping a rose petal down the Grand Canyon and waiting for the echo - Don Marquis...........Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion; it is not the expression of personality, but an escape from personality. But, of course, only those who have personality and emotions know what it means to want to escape from these things - T. S. Eliot ..........You can tear a poem apart to see what makes it tick. You're back with the mystery of having been moved by words. The best craftsmanship always leaves holes and gaps so that something that is not in the poem can creep, crawl, flash or thunder in - Dylan Thomas .........Poetry is boned with ideas, nerved and blooded with emotions, all held together by the delicate, tough skin of words - Paul Engle......... There is not a joy the world can give like that it takes away! Lord Byron

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viki holmes - Wales

dunyazād

viki holmes - Wales / HK

 

but you, little sister,

i want to make you

a world that makes sense

 

your upturned face

like a flower,

i would have you always

sitting in sunlight

 

not this dusk, these tales i spin

for my sad lord are meant

for you, beat of my heart,

heart of my world

 

you see them first: the dreams

i cannot tell, the hoopoe’s call,

the stars that slice this canopy of sky

 

blood-warm, you feel them

as i feel them: talk in stories,

love in words, these sounds

in your ears make my world

make sense.

 

دنيازاد

ڤيكي هولمز - ويلز / هونج كونج

ترجمة: سيد جودة - مصر / هونج كونج

 

أختاه ْ

إلا أنتِ

أريد بأن أصنع لكِ

دنيا ذات معانْ

 

وجهك مقلوبٌ

كالزهرةِ

كنتُ سأتركها دوماً

في ضوء الشمسْ

 

ليس بوقت غروبْ

هذي القصص أقصُّ

لملكي المهمومْ

هي لكَ ، هي نبضٌ في قلبي،

قلب العالم لي

 

تبصرها:

أحلامٌ لا أقدر أن أحكيها

ونداء الهدهدِ ،

ونجوم تشطر مركبة الآفاقْ

 

بدم حار تشعرها

مثل شعوري : كلمات في القصصِ ،

وحبٌّ في الكلمات ، وهذي الأصوات بأذنيكْ

تخلق لي معنى للدنيا!

 

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