Friday, March 9, 2018

I heard a man say a poem once, he said, ‘All that lives is holy.’ —Steinbeck, The Grapes of Wrath


… in daily speech, where we don’t stop to consider every word, we all use phrases like “the ordinary world,” “ordinary life,” “the ordinary course of events” 

… But in the language of poetry, where every word is weighed, nothing is usual or normal. Not a single stone and not a single cloud above it. Not a single day and not a single night after it.

–Wisława Szymborska


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