Good morning, friends!
A poetic quote to start your week from 'Embodied Animal':
"My thinking is conflated with my soul...only pain reminds me of the truth: I'm not my brain."
#JoshMitteldorf #LiftALyric #QuoteOfTheDay #GoodMorning #Embodiment
Good morning, friends!
A poetic quote to start your week:
"You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise."
#MayaAngelou #LiftALyric #QuoteOfTheDay #GoodMorning #MondayQuotes
Good morning, friends!
A poetic quote to start your week:
"I look at my own body
With eyes no longer blind -
And I see that my own hands can make
The world that's in my mind"
#LangstonHughes #LiftALyric #QuoteOfTheDay #GoodMorning #MondayQuotes
Good morning, friends!
A poetic quote to start your week:
"My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings;
Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair!
Nothing beside remains"
#PercyByssheShelley #LiftALyric #QuoteOfTheDay #GoodMorning #MondayQuotes
Good morning, friends!
A poetic quote to start your week:
"How dreary to be somebody!
How public, like a frog
To tell your name the livelong day
To an admiring bog!"
#EmilyDickinson #LiftALyric #QuoteOfTheDay #GoodMorning #MondayQuotes
This poem is very old and very sassy. I love that Sappho's sarcastic whining about brothers was not only copied and preserved for so long, but was also translated from Greek into many languages. Charaxos and Larichos were her brothers. This picture is a screenshot from The Poetry Foundation, with black text on a white background. The text reads: Charaxos and Larichos By Sappho Translated By William Logan Say what you like about Charaxos, that’s a fellow with a fat-bellied ship always in some port or other. What does Zeus care, or the rest of his gang? Now you’d like me on my knees, crying out to Hera, “Blah, blah, blah, bring him home safe and free of warts,” or blubbering, “Wah, wah, wah, thank you, thank you, for curing my liver condition.” Good grief, gods do what they like. They call down hurricanes with a whisper or send off a tsunami the way you would a love letter. If they have a whim, they make some henchmen fix it up, like those idiots in the Iliad. A puff of smoke, a little fog, away goes the hero, it’s happily ever after. As for Larichos, that lay-a-bed lives for the pillow. If for once he’d get off his ass, he might make something of himself. Then from that reeking sewer of my life I might haul up a bucket of spring water. Translated from the Greek
This ancient greek poem by Sappho always makes me laugh - the sass is incredible.
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A screenshot from the Poetry Foundation of Langston Hughes' "I Look At The World". This poem was written by Hughes in 1930 on the back of a book, and his estate found and published it in 2009. It reads: I look at the world From awakening eyes in a black face— And this is what I see: This fenced-off narrow space Assigned to me. I look then at the silly walls Through dark eyes in a dark face— And this is what I know: That all these walls oppression builds Will have to go! I look at my own body With eyes no longer blind— And I see that my own hands can make The world that's in my mind. Then let us hurry, comrades, The road to find.
Langston Hughes wrote this profound poem on the back of a book and never published it in his lifetime.
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Screenshot of a poem by Robert Frost in plain black text on a white background. The text reads: Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with snow. My little horse must think it queer To stop without a farmhouse near Between the woods and frozen lake The darkest evening of the year. He gives his harness bells a shake To ask if there is some mistake. The only other sound's the sweep Of easy wind and downy flake. The woods are lovely, dark and deep. But I have promises to keep And miles to go before I sleep, And miles to go before I sleep.
It's hot where I live right now, and poems about snow are just what I need to cool my soul 🥰❄️
#LiftALyric #RobertFrost #ClassicPoems #Poetry
Background is a blurred and darkened stock photo of a quill, ink, and parchment on a desk. The text reads: #LiftALyric Share a meaningful, resonant poem by a poet (past or present) that you don't know personally. Challenge by Fiery Sun Song from Fluxofmind.ca
The background is a blurred image of books on a beach on a cloudless day. one book is fanned open. The white text in the foreground is a poem by famed poet Emily Dickinson. The text reads: There is no frigate like a book To take us lands away, Nor any coursers like a page Of prancing poetry. This traverse may the poorest take Without oppress of toll; How frugal is the chariot That bears a human soul! By Emily Dickinson. Text graphic by Fiery Sun Song from FluxofMind.ca
Books are for everyone 📚🚢
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Background is a blurred and darkened stock photo of a quill, ink, and parchment on a desk. The text reads: #LiftALyric Share a meaningful, resonant poem by a poet (past or present) that you don't know personally. Challenge by Fiery Sun Song from Fluxofmind.ca
Screenshot from the Poetry Foundation: In Flanders Fields BY JOHN MCCRAE In Flanders fields the poppies blow Between the crosses, row on row, That mark ou our place; and in the sky The larks, still bravely singing, fly Scarce heard amid the guns below. We are the Dead. Short days ago We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, Loved and were loved, and now we lie, In Flanders fields. Take up our quarrel with the foe: To you from failing hands we throw The torch; be yours to hold it high. If ye break faith with us who die We shall not sleep, though poppies grow In Flanders fields.
FlandersFields
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Background is a blurred and darkened stock photo of a quill, ink, and parchment on a desk. The text reads: #LiftALyric Share a meaningful, resonant poem by a poet (past or present) that you don't know personally. Challenge by Fiery Sun Song from Fluxofmind.ca
Black text on white background, this is a screenshot from the Poetry Foundation. It reads: The Lights of London by Louise Imogen Guiney The evenfall, so slow on hills, hath shot Far down into the valley's cold extreme, Untimely midnight; spire and roof and stream Like fleeing spectres, shudder and are not. The Hampstead hollies, from their sylvan plot Yet cloudless, lean in to watch as in a dream, From chaos climb with many a sudden gleam, London, one moment fallen and forgot. Her booths begin to flare; and gases bright Prick door and window; all her streets obscure Sparkle and swarm with nothing true nor sure, Full as a marsh of mist and winking light; Heaven thickens over, Heaven that cannot cure Her tear by day, her fevered smile by night. Source: American Poetry: The Nineteenth Century (The Library of America, 1993)
This gorgeous imagery pre-dates T.S. Eliot's work. Enjoy
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