《The Day Barque: A Review of Poetry, Prose and the Arts - Volume 3, Number 1》是一本圖書
基本介紹
- ISBN：9780692484814
- 外文名：The Day Barque: A Review of Poetry, Prose and the Arts - Volume 3, Number 1
內容簡介
The Day Barque is a review of poetry, prose and works of art exploring the age-old quest for the divinity within. It focuses on the moment-to-moment struggle to connect with that which is timeless and eternal while being bound by time in an earthly body. The Day Barque is published bi-annually by the Apollo Poetry Society in the foothills of Northern California. The Day Barque ...(展開全部) The Day Barque is a review of poetry, prose and works of art exploring the age-old quest for the divinity within. It focuses on the moment-to-moment struggle to connect with that which is timeless and eternal while being bound by time in an earthly body. The Day Barque is published bi-annually by the Apollo Poetry Society in the foothills of Northern California. The Day Barque contains poems, stories, paintings, drawings, and other works of art from contributors worldwide, all of whom are actively involved in the effort of being present, also known as self-remembering, mindfulness, self-inquiry, prayer of the heart, and know thyself, among many other names. Our central theme-the journey of the seeker to awaken from sleep-is that at the heart of all the world's great traditions, including Buddhist, Hindu, Christian, Jewish, Sufi, Egyptian, Mesoamerican, Stoic, Platonic, Non-Dualist, the Fourth Way, as well as the principal subject of the world's epics, myths, and fairy tales. In this fourth issue (Volume 3 - Number 1), we feature contributions from poets, writers, and artists from Rome, Athens, Moscow, Istanbul, London, Prague, Ahmedabad, Cairo, and Apollo, California. Here is a poem by Jo Anna Mortensen from this issue: We Sometimes Wake The world is always waiting. Night fades; Eos opens an apricot gate. The call of a mourning dove rises, followed by the she-dove's answer, her four notes high. A peony petal falls like a silk parachute drifting in horizontal flight. The world is waiting, keen to meet us and we sometimes wake to green's extravagance, nibbling on tidbits of April light.
