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A Winter Starlight

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Created on 2010-11-10 03:44:36 (#672781), last updated 2017-08-06 (6 weeks ago)

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Name:A Winter Starlight
Birthdate:Dec 15
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This is volume 1 and it's a poetry songwriting blog.

Volume 1: [personal profile] winterstarlight
Volume 2: [personal profile] songofmanyseasons
Volume 3: [personal profile] butterflychaos
Volume 4: [personal profile] thenightlords

Author: [personal profile] timeofsilence


"I am silver and exact. I have no preconceptions.
Whatever I see I swallow immediately
Just as it is, unmisted by love or dislike.
I am not cruel, only truthful-
The eye of the little god, four cornered.
Most of the time I meditate on the opposite wall.
It is pink, with speckles. I have looked at it so long
I think it is a part of my heart. But it flickers.
Faces and darkness separate us over and over.
Now I am a lake. A woman bends over me,
Searching my reaches for what she really is.
Then she turns to those liars, the candles or the moon.
I see her back, and reflect it faithfully.
She rewards me with tears and an agitation of hands.
I am important to her. She comes and goes.
Each morning it is her face that replaces the darkness.
In me she has drowned a young girl, and in me an old woman
Rises toward her day after day, like a terrible fish."

~ Sylvia Plath'S "Mirror"

"We don't read and write poetry because it's cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for. To quote from Whitman, "O me! O life!... of the questions of these recurring; of the endless trains of the faithless... of cities filled with the foolish; what good amid these, O me, O life?" Answer. That you are here - that life exists, and identity; that the powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse. That the powerful play 'goes on' and you may contribute a verse.

What will your verse be?"
~ Dead Poet's Society

“Poetry is a life-cherishing force. And it requires a vision–a faith, to use an old-fashioned term. Yes, indeed. For poems are not words, after all, but fires for the cold, ropes let down to the lost, something as necessary as bread in the pockets of the hungry. Yes, indeed.” ~ Mary Oliver, "A Poetry Handbook"




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