The world of Spirit held me in its arms. How infinitely lovely. Oh, how I hope this world of the Spirit exists and is ready to pull me back into its arms again. Thank you Diane di Prima.
I love the unsaid here. The angel strikes the unborn child on the mouth to make it forget. Why the mouth? So it won't speak of it? But the poet didn't forget and so she speaks of it ... through poetry. Beautiful!
I don't know where you find these pictures, but they are always great.
The world of Spirit held me in its arms. How infinitely lovely. Oh, how I hope this world of the Spirit exists and is ready to pull me back into its arms again. Thank you Diane di Prima.
What an opening stanza 👏🏻
BAM!
Incredible that I haven’t found her before this. What a voice.
I love the unsaid here. The angel strikes the unborn child on the mouth to make it forget. Why the mouth? So it won't speak of it? But the poet didn't forget and so she speaks of it ... through poetry. Beautiful!
I often forget to turn off my radio. Mine, though, is in my living room :-) That was a beautiful poem. Thanks.
Remembering to remember not to forget❤️🔥
Thank you Diane for putting something on paper that I never knew but can relate to although I am a Gentile.
Thank you