Quotes from Marie Ponsot

Poetry is priceless.... a way of keeping yourself feeling rich and civilized even when you're quite poor.

I stand above the tree level I am a tree I catch wind storm breaths My branches claw I drink sky It stretches me I don't care I catch jokes and luck from tall thin blue air

I stand above the tree level I am a tree I catch wind storm breaths My branches claw I drink sky It stretches me I don't care I catch jokes and luck from tall thin blue air

Poetry is priceless.... a way of keeping yourself feeling rich and civilized even when you're quite poor.

Only to themselves are the passionate hot. To the objects of their passion they are cold. What Yeats knew. They eradicate what they notice, as the thumb hard-crams the clay impressionable under it, to lie flat, apt to the shape their cold-steel scribes may cut or spurn it to. Yet they know passion must drown to ripen sweet & give fair play to the whole life hot passion speeds us from.

As passion's object, dig with your ampersand: be cold & hot. The receptive earth will come to transform the root-end that your planting hand cut & abandoned, to new chrysanthemum. Heartfelt thought, drop your guard, keep clear, be slow; double your careful opposites & grow.

Burn, or speak your mind. For the oak to untruss its passion it must explode as fire or leaves.

As the music stops you'll miss its lilt. Keep dancing, keep listening. Speak up. Ask for more music, more. In case you don't know, what you want is magnificent, yours for the asking, the rhythm of magnanimous exchange.

Sight likes travel which likes fresh surprises. Self likes surprise that undoes old disguises.