The Ritual Master “Hope” is the thing with feathers –
That perches in the soul –
And sings the tune without the words –
And never stops – at all –
Emily Dickinson
Tes yeux sont si profonds qu’en me penchant pour boire
J’ai vu tous les soleils y venir se mirer
S’y jeter à mourir tous les désespérés
Tes yeux sont si profonds que j’y perds la mémoire
Louis Aragon
Spune-mi, dacă te-aş prinde-ntr-o zi
şi ţi-aş săruta talpa piciorului,nu-i aşa că ai şchiopăta puţin, după aceea,
de teamă să nu-mi striveşti sărutul?…
Nichita Stănescu
Ir y quedarse, y con quedar partirse,
partir sin alma, y ir con alma ajena,
oír la dulce voz de una sirena
y no poder del árbol desasirse
Lope de Vega
Reading Poetry is a very special ritual. Like dancing with a partner.
You never know what the next song will be, you constantly adapt your rythm, but if you keep an open mind you’ll have the most wonderful time.
For me, poetry needs to be felt and not explained, so every once in a while, I will invite you to dance, by suggesting a simple ritual and reading a poem.
Welcome to the Poetry Reatreat !
