"And the things, even as they pass, / understand that we praise them. / Transient, they are trusting us / to save them – us, the most transient of all. / As if they wanted in our invisible hearts / to be transformed / into – oh, endlessly – into us." Rainer Maria Rilke
The scope of this journal is broad, just as the concerns of poetry are as diverse as life itself. However, we are particularly interested in poetry as discovery, revelation, epiphany and praise; poetry as a magical conduit to the unconscious; poetry as a creative, meaningful and subtle process of marking stages in the real and metaphorical journeys we are all embarked upon – whether these be pilgrimages of the mind, the body or the soul. But before we lose ourselves in the abstract, let's remember the words of William Carlos Williams: "no ideas but in things." It's the tangible things of the world that are the true stuff of poems, poems which are "imaginary gardens with real toads in them", as Marianne Moore so famously put it.
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