Posts tagged poetry

After the final no there comes a yes and on that yes the future of the world hangs.
Wallace Stevens
We must be our own before we can be another’s.
Ralph Waldo Emerson
Maybe they aren’t handmade— but they sure are lovely.

Maybe they aren’t handmade— but they sure are lovely.

I do not know which to prefer,
the beauty of inflections
or the beauty of innuendoes,
the blackbird whistling
or just after.
Wallace Stevens, Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird