The work of the artist is to heal the soul. Kathleen Raine More Quotes by Kathleen Raine More Quotes From Kathleen Raine I've read all the books but one Kathleen Raine garden eye book Meanings, moods, the whole scale of our inner experience, finds in nature the 'correspondences' through which we may know our boundless selves. Kathleen Raine mood self may Poetry is not an end in itself but in the service of life; of what use are poems, or any other works of art, unless to enable human lives to be lived with insight of a deeper kind, with more sensitive feelings, more intense sense of the beautiful, with deeper understanding? Kathleen Raine understanding beautiful art Intent on one great love, perfect, Requited and for ever, I missed love's everywhere Small presence, thousand-guised. Kathleen Raine great-love thousand perfect Nature is the common, universal language, understood by all. Kathleen Raine understood language common ... the poem reminds us of what we ourselves know, but did not know we knew; reminds us, above all, of what we are. Kathleen Raine knows Of all the arts the living of a life is perhaps the greatest; to live every moment of life with the same imaginative commitment as the poet brings to a special field. Kathleen Raine special commitment art Chemistry dissolves the goddess in the alembic, Kathleen Raine queens white science Of all created things the source is one, Simple, single as love; remember The cell and seed of life, the sphere That is, of child, white bird, and small blue dragon-fly Green fern, and the gold four-petalled tormentilla The ultimate memory. Each latent cell puts out a future, Unfolds its differing complexity As a tree puts forth leaves, and spins a fate Fern-traced, bird feathered, or fish-scaled. Kathleen Raine memories life children It was not the purpose of poetry to record anything and everything, to merely describe either the outer world or some subjective mood, but to speak from the imagination of the poet to the imagination of the reader. Kathleen Raine records purpose imagination Academia is a graveyard of poets. Kathleen Raine academia graveyard poet O never harm the dreaming world, the world of green, the world of leaves, but let its million palms unfold the adoration of the trees It is a love in darkness wrought obedient to the unseen sun, longer than memory, a thought deeper than the graves of time. The turning spindles of the cells weave a slow forest over space, the dance of love, creation, out of time moves not a leaf, and out of summer, not a shade. Kathleen Raine summer dream memories Being a poet is not a job or a profession but a way of life. Kathleen Raine poet jobs way I make no apology for writing in nature's age-old and unaging language, of whose images we build our paradises, Broceliande and Brindavan, the Forest of Arden, Xanadu, Shelley's Skies, or even Wordsworth's Grasemere, which can be found on no map. Kathleen Raine apology sky writing Sensing us, the trees tremble in their sleep, The living leaves recoil before our fires, Baring to us war-charred and broken branches, And seeing theirs, we for our own destruction weep. Kathleen Raine fire sleep war And see the peaceful trees extend their myriad leaves in leisured dance- they bear the weight of sky and cloud upon the fountain of their veins. Kathleen Raine sky clouds tree As a child I became a confirmed believer in the ancient gods simply because as between the reality of fact and the reality f myth, I chose myth...Myth is the truth of fact, not fact the truth of myth. Kathleen Raine children reality facts The air is full of a farewell- deserted by the silver lake lies the wild world, overturned. Cities rise where the mountains fell, the furnace where the phoenix burned Kathleen Raine farewell lakes lying Strangers have crossed the sound, but not the sound of the dark oarsmen Or the golden-haired sons of kings, Strangers whose thought is not formed to the cadence of waves, Rhythm of the sickle, oar and milking pail Kathleen Raine kings dark son I couldn't claim that I have never felt the urge to explore evil, but when you descend into hell you have to be very careful. Kathleen Raine hell decision evil
