“Nature never did betray the heart that loved her,” Wordsworth wrote. But nature could never love us, my poem replies—at least “not as we wished to be loved.” Perhaps as children we were a purer part of the world, closer to the life of things. No matter: That time is past. Visionary blessings now look like the work of the imagination—our yearnings and desires trying to find a place in the revisable past.
Lawrence Raab on "April at the Ruins" |
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Poetry Daily Reading on Zoom
Today, May 26, at 1-00 pm ET Join Poetry Daily Editorial Board member Brian Teare for more poetry and conversation about ecopoetics with our third international panel of authors and activists. | | |
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"Beauty in Another Mode"
British Sign Language-using poet DL Williams writes about the transition from his hearing world upbringing to his creative immersion in BSL. "The first time I saw BSL poetry, it. Blew. My. Mind. It was expressive. It had structure. It was creative. It was non-standard BSL. There were metaphors and hidden meanings. It was poetry and it was beautiful. I was inspired."
via MODERN POETRY IN TRANSLATION |
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What Sparks Poetry:
Maricela Guerrero (Mexico City) on Ecopoetry Now
"And this is precisely where poetry and poetic communion shelter me with hope without optimism; where, in the different languages inhabited by beings with whom I share the air and water of this planet, we come together in longing for and choosing another way of interweaving, of searching inside ourselves for new ways to reverse this disaster." |
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