As Robert Frost wrote, a poem “begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It is never thought to begin with.”
We are here to laugh at the odds and live our lives so well that Death will tremble to take us.
“Most people have more needs than wants. That’s why they live the lives they do. But the world is run by those whose wants outstrip their needs.” — Rules of Civility
Listen — are you breathing just a little, and calling it a life?
You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves. […]
The world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting-
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.
From “Wild Geese”;
Dream Work (1986)
Midway along the journey of our life
I woke to find myself in a dark wood,
for I had wandered off from the straight path.
Inferno Canto I, The Divine Comedy, Dante Alighieri
Tell me, what is it you plan to do
with your one wild and precious life?
When it’s over, I want to say: all my life
I was a bride married to amazement.
I was the bridegroom, taking the world into my arms.
When it is over, I don’t want to wonder
if I have made of my life something particular, and real.
I don’t want to find myself sighing and frightened,
or full of argument.
I don’t want to end up simply having visited this world.
— When death comes, Mary Oliver
Be careful, you are not in Wonderland. I’ve heard the strange madness long growing in your soul. But you are fortunate in your ignorance, in your isolation. You who have suffered, find where love hides. Give, share, lose—lest we die, unbloomed.