Tears Flood the Garden. {Poetry}
This garden of tropical flowers, plants, trees and sunlight, with its fractured shadows dancing on the lanai, comforts me as I grieve.
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Robert Graves
The Growing Edge of a Poet.
An editor of my college poetry journal loved this new "depth" poet. He did not realize that I was drowning, and I could barely string words together...
The Muse, the Poem and the White Goddess.
All the great masters of poetry had a muse. Some found it in love, politics, social consciousness, the rights and wrongs of the world, life.