“...For what is happiness but growth in peace,
The timeless sense of time when furniture
Has stood a life's span in a single place,
And as the air moves, so the old dreams stir
The shining leaves of present happiness?
No one has heard thought or listened to a mind,
But where people have lived in inwardness
The air is charged with blessing and does bless;
Windows look out on mountains and the walls are kind.“
—from “The Work of Happiness“
Some wisdom from May Sarton on growing #old. Full poem here
https://www.pottersinn.com/moment-to-breathe-1/ep37
#poetrymatters @TheSpineView
On the ashes of this nest
Love wove with deathly fire
The phoenix takes its rest
Forgetting all desire.
After the flame, a pause,
After the pain, rebirth.
Obeying nature‘s laws
The phoenix goes to earth.
You cannot call it old
You cannot call it young.
No phoenix can be told,
This is the end of the song.
from ”The Phoenix again” #phoenix #QuotsySep21
Here is a taste of May Sarton's poetry The Light Years. #poetry #literature #a reading #poems If you love to read dead poets and authors. Paulacappa.wordpress.com
Have you read the poetry of May Sarton? Astonishing! She is a forgotten author who deserves a reminder. Perfect as we enter the new year--discover a poet for January. If you like to read dead poets and authors #poetry #literature #amreading #poems #maysarton PaulaCappa.wordpress.com
Collected Poems, 1930-1993 | 
This is today's poem from the poetry Advent calendar I'm subscribed to (https://mailchi.mp/anamcara/anam-cara-advent-calendar-2024), which I enjoyed with a mug of apple cinnamon green tea from my tea Advent calendar! (edited) 4w