Let us remember. . .that in the end we go to poetry
for one reason, so that we might more fully inhabit
our lives and the world in which we live them, and
that if we more fully inhabit these things, we might
be less apt to destroy both.
In this week's library catch: Nine Gates: Entering the Mind of Poetry
Poetry's work is the clarification and magnification of being.And that's the opening sentence for the preface. Thus far, I've really enjoyed the essays I've sampled. In the library's deep chair under a corner window, I found myself nodding emphatically. I am reminded of this Louise May Alcott quote as well:
She is too fond of books and it has addled her brain.
And if you have a moment to giggle, you can check out an ornament decorated with this quote and the "related items" at Signals.