Who is a true poet?
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My respected Sir,
I pray this finds you under the shade of Allah's mercy and protection. As my mentor in spirit ❤️, I have been reflecting on the nature of expression lately, and a question arose that I felt you could help me navigate:
Who is a true poet? And what is the essence of poetry? ( in your context). I often find that when we read verses without personal experience or reflection, they feel like a hollow echo of imagination. Yet, when li?fe aligns with those words, they begin to murmur depths that lead to unfathomable philosophy. They carry emotions so delicate that they can make the reader weep or smile at once.
Does it depend upon the reader on how he perceives, or the writer on how he delivers?
I would be deeply honoured to listen to your thoughts on this when time permits 😊.
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'Life is like a dome of many coloured glasses, as Percy Bysshe Shelley beautifully suggests. To me, Allah has created a vast and continuous display of captivating beauty all around us—so profound that it cannot be fully captured in mere words.
As Albert Einstein says, “Look deep into nature, and then you will understand everything better.” Before anything else, we must learn to see and feel the beauty of the natural world. Helen Keller reminds us that “the most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched—they must be felt with the heart.” Indeed, beauty lies in the eye of the beholder; it is as much a matter of perception as it is of expression.
At times, I feel I can hear the pure diction of poetry in a falling spring, and the soft music of winter rain as its drops rest gently upon thick leaves.
Yet beauty is not confined to nature alone. It also reveals itself in human experience—in the face of a hungry man when he is offered food with love, and in the relief of a patient when they hear words of comfort. This is where poetry finds its true power: when the words of a poet touch the soul of the reader, stirring tears or awakening a quiet smile.
"To me, the meanest flower that blows can give
Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.” Wordsworth says.
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