Tag: poetry
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Presume not that I am the thing I was.
There are fleeting moments when, far from becoming more clear, they shimmer with meaning not shape, appreciation not fact; they cease to be describable in numbers, or equations; the very fact of their existence is a revelation, a mystery: a glimpse just outside a border; an unrepeatable event, new each time it occurs… ‘It is …
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If one should say to you that the soul perishes like the body, answer that the flower withers but the seed remains.
Do you ever wonder about the soul? I mean, were we all issued one at birth, or as the French philosopher Sartre believed, does existence proceed essence? Do we have to somehow establish our existence before we can acquire qualities? In grammar, a noun must be present or adjectives have no meaning; no purpose. Are…
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The difference between the almost right word and the right word, is like a lightning bug and the lightning
It’s rather easy for those of us who share a culture and language (such as English) to forget that the meanings of some of the expressions we use do not follow from their lexical makeup: the idioms. They can play unique havoc in translations: foreign poetry, for example. Metaphors may or may not cross…
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‘Oh, how this spring of love resembleth the uncertain glory of an April day which now shows all beauty of the Sun, and by and by a cloud takes all away’
Can we really speak from places where we are not; from times we have visited and then been forced to leave; pretend we still understand how it felt to be young? What truth can memories tell us of our lives…? Do we only remember the sharp edges of things: the significant comings and goings of…
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Every offence is not a hate at first
What do you do with a gift from someone you once respected, a gift that seemed freely given at the time, but which turned out to be a mere façade? What do you do with a love turned sour? A love turned selfish? All love is selfish, you say, but it is your experience speaking…
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