WomanWyrds

Poetry is what I start to hear when I concede
the world's ability to manage and to understand itself.
It is the language of the world:
something humans overhear if
they are willing to pay attention,
and something that the world will teach us to speak,
if we allow the world to do so.
It is the wén of dào: a music that we learn to see,
to feel, to hear, to smell, and then to think,
and then to answer.
But not to repeat. Mimesis is not repetition.

Robert Bringhurst

Thinking and Singing
Poetry & the Practice of Philosophy