Children, when they ask you “Why is your mama so funny?” say, “She is a poet. She ain’t got no sense.”
—Lucille Clifton, American poet (1936-2010)
(Photo by Leslie: Clematis “Etoile Violette,” violet star)
If everybody became a poet the world would be much better. We would all read each other.
—Nikki Giovanni, American poet (b. 1943)
(Photo by Leslie: Echinacea, or cone flower)
We rely upon poets, the philosophers, and the playwrights to articulate what most of us can feel, in joy or sorrow. They illuminate the thoughts for which we only grope; they give us the strength and balm we cannot find in ourselves. Whenever I feel my courage wavering, I rush to them. They give me the wisdom of acceptance, the will and resilience to push on.
—Helen Hayes, American actress, 1900-1993
(photo: Arrowleaf balsamroot, by Leslie)