From what the moderns want, we must learn what poetry should become; from what the ancients did, what poetry must be.
(Friedrich Von Schlegel (1772-1829), German philosopher. Aphorism 84 in Selected Aphorisms from the Lyceum (1797), translated by Ernst Behler and Roman Struc, Dialogue on Poetry and Literary Aphorisms, Pennsylvania University Press (1968).)
Poetry exists prior to the poet. It descends through the human mind and a poet is born. Poets come and go but poetry remains for ever. Poetry comes when the poet is absent, because poetry is not a making but a happening.
Poetry is like lemons made lemonade...it turns pain to valuable lessons, disappointments to determinations. If you let it, poetry can truly heal your ills. Its release bandages all sorts of oozing wounds. In the world that is so hurting, we need words that give hope. Music is slowly failing to deliver but poetry will keep to its promise. Poetry is worth a chance! If it was worth in the days of old, to speak poetically in the book of Proverbs and Psalms, why not today? Poetry allows us to go back to true nakedness where we bear our souls unashamed, breaking defensive walls of perfectness to allow others to find their stand through our falls, to reconnect with their humanness, to know that their flaws are not peculiar. #ILive&BreathePoetry!