Beloved of hearts, like You I’ve no one,
so pity now this sinner coming to You.
O my hope and my peace and my joy”’
the heart can love none other, but You. – Rabia Basri
Love on night like this
Outside, air is balancing itself. We can hear
branches in motion, some twigs breaking,
wires like violin strings, trees breathy as bass flutes.
The acoustics of friction. The science of equilibrium
isn’t at all easy. Effort is needed
to walk against the wind. Love isn’t easy. Josephine Abbott
Somewhere else, seas heap up and crests break
Here, we’re ditching meteorology for myth:
the wind’s a creature broken out of cave:
a wold, and this is Ragnarok.
Glass breaks, a car alarm sounds, trees wrench.
There’s a science and logic to loving you,
but there’s superstition on a night like this
and all the stirring of the world to settle first. – Josephine Abbott
Because learning a poem by heart makes you measure every
word and feel its sounds and rhythms first hand in your body.
Because when you recite a poem to other people you get
a first hand sense of its power and impact.
Because when you learn a poem by heart it becomes a resource
you can always draw on, something knitted into your fabric as
you go through life. Poetry by Heart
Life is a game. This is your strategy guide – Oliver Emberton
What it is that you are absolutely sure you will never forget about being that age, and why have adults forgotten it – Amanda Mae Meyneke