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“There are poems that have, literally, changed my life, because they have changed the way I looked at and listened to the world; there are poems that, on repeated reading, have gradually revealed to me areas of my own experience that, for reasons both personal and societal, I had lost sight of; and there are poems that I have read over and over again, knowing they contained some secret knowledge that I had yet to discover, but refused to give up on. So, at the most basic level, poetry is important because it makes us think, it opens us up to wonder and the sometimes astonishing possibilities of language. It is, in its subtle yet powerful way, a discipline for re-engaging with a world we take too much for granted.
When the purveyors of bottom-line thinking call a mountain or a lake a “natural resource”, something to be merely…
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https://www.poetryfoundation.org/articles/69592/poems-for-peace
“Yet we Americans live in the most powerful country in the world, whose adaptably postmodern empire is marked by what William James calls Pure War, a state in which the real war is the constant preparation for war. Though our poetry has ably represented the traumatic and unmaking operations of war—from the rage of Achilles on to our present day—it has also often unwittingly glorified and perpetuated a culture of war. We have yet to give adequate attention to how our poetry also contains the seeds of other ways of dealing with conflict, oppression, and injustice, and how it may advance our thinking into what a future without war might look like.
How to imagine peace, how to make peace? In our conversations on the Peace Shelf, three general subcategories emerged, though these were full of overlap and contradiction: Sorrows, Resistance, and Alternative Visions. It’s simple enough: we need…
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Tolstoy loved his apple trees
Now Kiev fights as children weep.
Be merciful,but Putin smiles.
Up my throat I feel black bile.
The trees are savaged by the tanks.
As roubles plummet in the banks.
As sudden as a heart attack
The Russian missiles can’t turn back.
Without premonition
A soldier kills me with his gun
With the many ghosts of war
How can Europe fall so far
Evolution is a myth.
Hitler used it to kill with
Who are the fittest,who the least?
Who the devil,who the priest?
As fashion shoes deform the feet we clad
So souls are tortured into shapes quite mad
There must be ways to see much less perverse
Fight for truth or life will get much worse.
I would have come to see you but the cat bit my nose so I went to A&E.
I have a phobia about hospitals
I totally forgot.
I thought it was Sunday
You owe me £2.50
I can’t think what to say to you
I am afraid of putting my foot in it
The flower shop was sold out
I had an urgent phone call.
Have you ever had a dream,
That you were all alone?
Have you lived with someone handsome,
With a heart like a cold stone?
Have you drowned in deep,cold rivers,
And been lost in shadowed caves?
Have you lived with too much fusion,
Till you drowned in ghostly waves?
The waves run down the seashore,
Then up they come once more.
The tide turns and life alters..
Deep on that ocean floor.
You were so beautiful and silent,
Like a sword without its sheath.
I wish I’d let you take me,
The way you took away my breath
How my heart sings 