My constant muse both in poetry and life in general is the late John O’Donohue. A Celtic poet, philosopher-mystic…what’s not to love?
The following is an excerpt on poetry and presence from “Eternal Echoes: Celtic Reflections on Our Yearning to Belong (1999):”
“All the great art forms strive to create living icons of presence…I am always amazed that poems are willing to lie down and sleep inside the flat, closed pages of books. If poems behaved according to their essence, they would be out dancing on the seashore or flying to the heavens or trying to rinse out secrets of the mountains…A poem can travel far into your depths to retrieve your neglected longing.”
Yes. What he said.