“…It doesn’t interest me
who you know
or how you came to be here.
I want to know if you will stand
in the centre of the fire
with me and not
shrink back…”
“…I’m a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me…”
“…A poor life this if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.”
“…Man hands on misery to man.
It deepens like a coastal shelf.
Get out as early as you can,
And don’t have any kids yourself.”
The Garden of Love – William Blake
“…So I turn’d to the Garden of Love,
That so many sweet flowers bore.
And I saw it was filled with graves,
And tomb-stones where flowers should be:…”
“You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
For a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves…”
“so much depends
upon
a red wheelbarrow
glazed with rainwater
beside the white
chickens.”
“I know what my heart is like
Since your love died:
It is like a hollow ledge
Holding a little pool
Left there by the tide,
A little tepid pool,
Drying inward from the edge.”
I could probably go on and on listing poem after poem. Poetry has a way of communicating with me that makes me feel less alone. And, as aforementioned, I live and breathe poetry so if anyone has any recommendations of their favourite poets/poetry please do not hesitate to let me know.
– peace and love, Emily x