Poetry Poem by Don Paterson
Poetry
In the same way that the mindless diamond keeps
one spark of the planet's early fires
trapped forever in its net of ice,
it's not love's later heat that poetry holds,
but the atom of the love that drew it forth
from the silence: so if the bright coal of his love
begins to smoulder, the poet hears his voice
suddenly forced, like a bar-room singer's -- boastful
with his own huge feeling, or drowned by violins;
but if it yields a steadier light, he knows
the pure verse, when it finally comes, will sound
like a mountain spring, anonymous and serene.
Beneath the blue oblivious sky, the water
sings of nothing, not your name, not mine.
'but the atom of the love that drew it forth from the silence: so if the bright coal of his love begins to smoulder, the poet hears his voice' beautiful lines, alas I guess I do not smoulder as I write, I hear not my voice when writing, with so many styles themes voices to hear, I do not listen to my own, but I love the imagery of this poem, '... the mindless diamond keeps one spark of the planet's early fires trapped forever in its net of ice, ' exquisite 'the pure verse, when it finally comes, ' yes this is a poet's drug, we drink deeply into verses, drowning in reverent lines
Poets Drowning In Reverent Lines pure verse when it comes poet heroin rushes this is addict poet's drug we drink deeply into brewed verses drowning in reverent lines Copyright © Terence George Craddock Inspired by the poem 'Poetry' by the poet Don Paterson. Dedicated to the poet Don Paterson.
I Hear Not My Voice When Writing I guess I do not smoulder as I write I hear not my voice when writing with so many styles themes voices to hear I do not listen to my own so swiftly poetic words are sown in spaces between eternity glass blown Copyright © Terence George Craddock Inspired by the poem 'Poetry' by the poet Don Paterson. Dedicated to the poet Don Paterson.
Do You Feel The Burning? do you feel the burning burning desire to write enflaming heart engulfing senses? bursting into spontaneous combustion I do not smoulder I write I hear not my voice when writing I am too busy writing to listen with so many pathos styles themes voices to hear I do not listen to my own voice writing there are too many other voices to waiting hear quick listen other voices murmuring whispering shouting to hear quick listen Copyright © Terence George Craddock Inspired by the poem 'Poetry' by the poet Don Paterson. Dedicated to the poet Don Paterson.
he knows the pure verse, when it finally comes, will sound like a mountain spring, anonymous and serene. Beneath the blue oblivious sky, the water sings of nothing, not your name, not mine. mysterious ways of poetry in the mind of the poet. brilliant, . tony
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Diamonds and sparks of fire- - that is a beautiful recreation of how diamonds and love came to be