Karen Petersen – Four Poems
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Read Morereading a poem well entails thinking like a person of faith reading a sacred text—you must assume that every feature of the language is significant and every choice was a deliberate one that could not have been made any better.
Read MoreIt is the inner flame within, a rapport between me and my surroundings, a mellifluous word or whisper that regales my ears, a tactile thrill, a scent that lingers in my nostrils, the taste of success after so many disappointments, an equilibrium of wills.
Read MoreWe surprise ourselves discovering how much beauty is out there just waiting for us to notice and deem beautiful.
Read MoreMileva worked with Albert on the papers that comprised his “miracle year” of groundbreaking theories.
Read MoreThough you can’t pinpoint what exactly is coming, something within you knows, just knows, it is good. Surely beauty has a hand in that.
Read MoreBeauty is that sense of discovery when young deer stare at us without fear as we walk towards them, or start noticing the spiraling movement of the wind in the cattails surrounding the pond or the elliptical pirouettes of our squirrels and chipmunks.
Read MoreOne desires the beautiful because one develops a taste for beauty, and all the senses to perceive it become finer and finer, to enjoy the pleasures of beauty for its own sake.
Read MoreBeauty is here in each creature’s hunger and action. And in my watching.
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Read MoreBeauty — that ephemeral being that so often exists beyond words, in transcendence of our ability to fully describe, that something that lies just beyond our grasp, teasing us with moments of startling truth
Read MoreI am still stumbling over beauty, and I believe all the beauties of this world are simply shadows of God. In the natural world, I hear echoes of Beauty. In my poetry, I explore the echoes as well as a Tune I can’t wait to hear fully.
Read MoreBeauty is both an expression of the gorgeous and the terrible, a reflection of the way in which nature works
Read MorePoetry is the essence of beauty. The way sound, form and language all come together to create a subtle music through words while offering some kind of deep meaning that changes how we view the world in some way, no matter how small.
Read MoreI believe we are here to connect and to be beacons of light, refracting goodness in the world.
Read MoreBeauty is a museum-quiet stillness that allows all our senses to fully bestow a sense of calm, clarity, charity and empathy, on ourselves and hopefully on others.
Read MoreLike musicians, poets need to practice the “repertoire” by learning and knowing it.
Read MoreI believe that the best writing explores or celebrates the beautiful and meaningful elements of life.
Read MoreComplexity is essential for true and lasting beauty.
Read MoreA person, or a place, or an experience, that helps me to believe – just for a moment – that everything will be alright.
Read MoreBeauty is the call that awaits a response.
Read MoreThe weightless touch of their flesh on our skin / is all we will ever know of beauty.
Read MoreThe world is a constant nonending explosion of beauty.
Read MoreRecognizing and responding to beauty is more about its appeal to a higher, spiritual nature which is innate, and perhaps our saving grace–as we are mostly brutes.
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Read MoreBeauty abounds; it always has. I am the one who has changed.
Read MoreTo swim across the coral alive with crimson, spiked creatures and glare into the natural hidden paradise beneath the glassy surface. This is beauty in its purest form.
Read MoreBeauty is a verb. Beauty happens. It happens to humans in condensed haiku-like moments.
Read MoreThere are no short cuts to real, living Beauty in this world. Compared to Beauty, there is nothing so helpless, or so powerful.
Read MoreIs beauty the product or the process? At one time in my life, I would have emphasized the beautiful object. While the circumstances that produce a work of art may be anything but beautiful, it makes no difference to the end result. I still believe this, but as I have gotten older, I find myself increasingly drawn to the beauty of the process.
Read MoreSo there I was, minding my own business, lifting heavy things and putting them back down. I had abandoned the bear cave for an iron temple of my own making. And Brodin had turned his countenance towards this new temple, and he smiled upon it, and he blessed it for the sacred gainz and for the pursuit of the Swole. Wheymen.
Read More“The more clearly we can focus our attention on the wonders and realities of the universe about us, the less taste we shall have for destruction.” ~Rachel Carson
Read MorePoets are archaeologists, charged with excavating beauty from ruins. We are watchkeepers of human frailty and catastrophes, the infirmities of age, the inevitability of death. We point to the hidden tenderness of a rusted Edsel wedged in fields of yarrow, an apple made more beautiful by a spreading bruise. We dare ask, again and again, why we don’t understand what beauty is, but are compelled to seek out its most unexpected, least obvious arising.
Read MoreThe artist does not untie the knot. She is simply the servant of wonder, recording the annals of Presence.
Read MoreDrunk as Adam and Eve, hornets
and bees gorge on the cider of bruised apples
at Fall’s bar even as the purpled dusk calls
out closing time, oblivious of the flight
home’s erratic traffic and nighthawk patrols.
Beauty smelled of tannin and it looked like the Hiwassee River and it sounded like Lucinda Williams singing “Car Wheels on a Gravel Road.” Beauty is a real place I can touch in this world.
Read MoreAn ever-fixed beauty that embodies his height, mark and worth.
Read MoreShape, form and contact interlock to make beauty. I turn my vision outwards to see it.
Read MoreHe encouraged my wandering in the countryside, wading in the “crick”, catching minnows, sliding down hills, picking wild flowers. He sang songs to me that you don’t hear anymore.
Read MoreWe are here, they said. In the future, we’ll be gone and there will be other students but we’re glad we’re on the planet at the same time that you are. Music has times and measures but we won’t think about the transience of all that exists for these few minutes. That is what beauty is and I experienced it tonight.
Read MoreYellow frangipani flowers and purple bougainvillea are my companions every morning. I walk through the garden and touch their petals. Soft, silky and fragile. They caress my palms and fill my body with some strange tenderness.
Read Moreand the sky is not blue
it is orange and white
and deep red
and clouds that skip
are like a woman’s hair running
teased and careful
straight along.
The weather is congenial with the sun blazing. Now she leans onto the railing, stretches her back forward, lifts her head towards the brightest part of the translucent blue sky.
Read MoreThe first step towards the transfigured aesthetic response is the reader attraction where the reader finds himself as a part in the poem, then the poem will transform from the isolated external thing to a very special and specific thing in regard to the reader
Read MoreThe poet’s job is to dig the beauty out, to reconstruct it in language that tastes fine and fresh, to make the world a new place again where beauty is impossibly evident.
Read MoreI’m drawn to places where lines blur between the natural and the man-made: a smoking slagheap transformed into a green hill, a brick alleyway into a garden, an eco-roundhouse with flowers growing on its roof
Read MoreI see beauty in language. I love to tinker with words and come up with a phrase that is beautiful because it has resonance. That is, it creates a magic. It’s bigger than just the words. That is a moment of beauty to me. The other way i look for beauty in my work is creating an emotional connection to my reader. I want to know that I have possibly moved the reader in some way. Maybe it’s a sense of knowing what i mean, or being moved. These two things, the playing with language and the emotional connection are what creates beauty when I write.
Read MoreBeauty allows us. It is not a matter of creative maturity, but of sensitivity and wisdom. The alterations dissolve in the daily routine and we enter the state of poetic consciousness that connects the prosaic with the lyrical, the mundane with the symbolic, allowing us to express beauty.
Read MoreThese days when I think of beauty, I think of the children’s picture book I keep by my bedside: Miss Rumphius, written and illustrated by the great Barbara Cooney. This book is a timeless gem that tells the reader, through story, one of the most important tasks in this lifetime is to contribute something of beauty to the world.
Read MoreHave you, like me, ever been stopped in your tracks by something or someone beautiful? If it’s a person, I’ll steal a second or third glance at him or her, amazed that this specimen of our species can be so arresting, can so impact on me just because of their bone structure, their stance.
Read MoreBeauty is when you land upright, especially if you are doing something like a figure skating jump.
Read MoreWhat is this light?
I do not know. I do not get it right,
yet here’s the world. And here I am, and you?
In Tunisia I was charmed by the Hand of Fatimah doorknockers common to the region. As I photographed the talismans, I learned they ward off the Evil Eye.
Read MoreIt seems to me that beauty exists when any being most lucidly expresses its own life-magnifying nature.
Read MoreI have an interest in seeking beauty everywhere, and I charge myself with infusing the beautiful into words, braiding it into rhythm and rhyme, and I strive to make choices with beauty in mind.
Read MoreBeauty occurs in sudden relationships: daylight from two windows falling differently on two sides of a face at once, an adjective from childish things cropping up in a phrase that would otherwise be too full of mourning, an arm in clay with a bent elbow I tilt or extend just enough to finally embrace its atmosphere.
Read MorePerhaps it’s easiest to say this — There are stones, bricks, metal and mountains. There is the great volume of space around these things. And there is how light shines down upon these things, warming them, making even the hardest surfaces shimmer.
Read MoreWhat is peripheral is
often not even what is considered,
but what passes just beyond
our vision may momentarily
flutter there and be so enchanting
that it offers a revelation as to
why butterflies are emblematic
of the evanescent.
The notes fall on our ears like petals to the earth,
And sound waves like the skirts of silver seas
Send rippling glassy swells through listeners’ souls –
Read MoreAs a poet who had studied under Robert Lowell and Archibald MacLeish, David Berman shared his impeccably beautiful formal verse with the Powows, but kept his darker, often free verse poems, in his notebooks.
Read MoreOn the horizon, just over the tops of the yellow, red, and orange autumn woods, the clouds pile up slowly into the sky. It’s as if you were seeing these things for the first time.
Read MoreBeauty is the lever which moves the soul — to action or reflection, to laughter or to tears, to passion or compassion, in company or in solitude.
Read MoreI fall in love with the art of writing poetry over and over again.
Read More1963.
The year some French
Took too literally
Baudlaire,
And his poem, “The Cat”:
Félicette
Body electric,
Name ironic.
With ceremony,
Flung into space.
Without our star, how would we inhabit bodies of rich sensory perception with which to perceive, even partially, the faint and intermittent signals lumped together under the term “beauty”? From the darkness of our ordinary, often dreary and difficult lives, these signals—if we pause long enough from “information—can become art. These glimpses into the organic whole may even glimmer.
Read MoreFine-grained urbanism doesn’t hijack your attention; it invites you in. You don’t view it, you live it – calling to mind Walter Benjamin’s famous dictum about architecture being an art whose reception “is consummated […] in a state of distraction.” We often think of beauty as something to be contemplated at a remove. Like life, though, beauty can be something that simply happens while you’re busy making other plans.
Read Morebeauty is profane.
bursting through, it serves no other, vital for itself. and self as whole, and wholly beautiful. rough and wild, tender, true.
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