A Poet Reflects

“I have things in my head that are not like what anyone taught me—shapes and ideas so near to me, so natural to my way of being and thinking.” 

—Georgia O’Keeffe

christinasanantonio:

“Now and again, I feel my mind shape, like a cloud with a sun on it, as some idea, plan, or image wells up, but they travel on, over the horizon, like clouds, and I wait peacefully for another to form, or nothing—it matters not which.”

—Virginia Woolf, from a diary entry dated 22 August 1929. 

(Source: fuckyeahvirginiawoolf)

“My mind has been the most discontented and restless one that ever was put into a body too small for it.” 

—John Keats

A cloud, the absence of a noun, no name,
roaring far away in the summer
dark like a train, or a giant fan, or a highway that never stops.
The mind explodes in the dark of space,
unnursed by atmospheres

—Cynthia Huntington, from Meds in Heavenly Bodies (Southern Illinois University Press, 2012)

poetfire:

“The mind I love must have wild places, a tangled orchard where dark damsons drop in the heavy grass, an overgrown little wood, the chance of a snake or two, a pool that nobody’s fathomed the depth of, and paths threaded with flowers planted by the mind.”

— Katherine Mansfield (via moonissharp)

(Source: mycolorbook)

chasingtailfeathers:

“The intuitive mind is a sacred gift and the rational mind is a faithful servant. We have created a society that honors the servant and has forgotten the gift.”

— Albert Einstein (via wasbella102)

“There is always a slight tendency of the body to sabotage the attention of the mind by providing some distraction.”

—Stephen Spender

rclinkdump:

“There is nothing of me that is alone and absolute except my mind, and we shall find that the mind has no existence by itself, it is only the glitter of the sun on the surface of the waters.”

—D. H. Lawrence, from Apocalypse (Penguin Books, 1996) (via insipidexpectations)