Prayers addressed to the mystery of myself
If you do not read poetry you miss much. You miss star showers around your head and arrows near your heart. You miss the fire that lights itself. You miss the hawks that soar towards the sun. You miss the marigolds in your path. You miss the sudden jolt of newness in an old world.
In his endlessly entrancing book about poetry, A Private Art, Geoffrey Grigson writes that most people read poetry but not much of it. “The poems most people know and enjoy and turn over and over again through their lives …..To continue reading, login or subscribe now.