by Orna Ross | Jun 8, 2017 | Poetry |
I have a body but I am not my body. I am the one who makes it move. What can be moved is not the mover. I have a body but my body is not me. I have thoughts but I am not my thoughts. I am the one who sees them swirl. What can be seen is not the seer. I have thoughts...
by Orna Ross | Oct 21, 2010 | Poetry |
“How shall I be a poet? How shall I write in rhyme? You told me once ‘the very wish Partook of the sublime.' Then tell me how! Don't put me off With your ‘another time'!” — “And would you be a poet Before you've been to school? Ah,...