“Being Irish, he had an abiding sense of tragedy, which sustained him through temporary periods of joy.” ― W.B. Yeats
"In the bleak midwinterFrosty wind made moan,Earth stood had as iron,Water like a stone,Snow had fallen, snow on snow,Snow on snow,In the bleak midwinter,Long ago."- Christina Rossetti
The Brothers Grimm didn’t really intend to write sweet stories for children, they were linguists and wanted to write about and share their German culture…….April 17th is Haiku Poetry Day…Haiku is beautiful in its simplicity, a wonderful way to turn off the noise……..Lighting one candle with another candle; spring evening. Yosa Buson Night; and once again the while I wait for you; cold wind turns into rain. - Masaoka Shiki The lamp once out cool stars enter the window frame. - Natsume SosekiHaiku poets choose their words carefully so that the words present an evanescent image to the reader about the natural world around them. April is Poetry Appreciation Month; so take a moment and reflect on life by reading a beautiful poem. A poem by Valdemar Kalinin…It’s about to rain, getting darker,The leaves have long fallen from the trees,Leaving desolation where just an old manRoams,Picking handfuls of earth where RomaPerished.During this war Nazis shot them dead,Roma seized and put in wagons, ohFilled with children and the Roma old,No mercy shown to a single soul.Buried here auntie, grandpa, grannie,But God spared a small one,Who visits to imagine,The perished wait for him.No monument stands,Except in the minds of the old,Woods and land bore witness,This older man declares:Roma are buried here, don’t disturb this land!
“She had always wanted words, she loved them; grew up on them. Words gave her clarity, brought reason, shape.” - Michael Ondaatje, The English Patient
"Storytellers ought not to be too tame. They ought to bewild creatures who function adequately in society. They are best in disguise. If they lose all their wildness, they cannot give us the truest joys."- Ben Okri