The poet often taps into what Jung called our collective unconscious, giving voice to our humanity and meaning to our struggles. A good poem, therefore, tells us something we already know. When we read it or hear it we say, “Ah, yes.” An exceptional poem tells us something we are on the verge of knowing. When we read it or hear it, we say, “Oh my!”
~ Charles Kinnaird
To the Queen of Heaven
Reflecting upon Michelangelo's Pieta
Shakespeare's Horse
When Towers Collapse
Reflecting upon Michelangelo's Pieta
Shakespeare's Horse
When Towers Collapse
(The Eyes of the Universe)
Suddenly Robins
Fire in the Morning
Curiosity Takes a Turn
(Poem form Space)
An Unread Book
(Finding William Blake)
She Sat in Autumn
Sarajevo, 1984
Ekphrastic Poetry
Fire in the Morning
Curiosity Takes a Turn
(Poem form Space)
An Unread Book
(Finding William Blake)
She Sat in Autumn
Sarajevo, 1984
Ekphrastic Poetry
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