Wind ought to be a verb or an adverb. It isn't really anything. It's a manner of movement of warmth and cold: a kind of information system of the air. Alice Oswald adverbaircold Change image and share on social
I have this exercise where I force myself to look out from the flower's point of view at these great walloping humans coming down the path, and try, just try and feel it from their point of view because it's a different world to them, a fascinating hard one. Alice Oswald comeexercisefascinate share on social
If you put a real leaf and a silk leaf side by side, you'll see something of the difference between Homer's poetry and anyone else's. There seem to be real leaves still alive in the 'Iliad,' real animals, real people, real light attending everything. Alice Oswald aliveanimalattend share on social
I think it's often assumed that the role of poetry is to comfort, but for me, poetry is the great unsettler. It questions the established order of the mind. It is radical, by which I don't mean that it is either leftwing or rightwing, but that it works at the roots of thinking. Alice Oswald assumecomfortestablish share on social
I like Patti Smith's lyrics, and sometimes think I could be influenced by them. But she has a kind of cool that's beyond me. Alice Oswald coolinfluencekind Change image and share on social
That is the best instruction you could ever give a poet: whether you're examining a bad line in a poem or a bad motive for action, keep well your repining - meaning, don't ignore the honest muttering in your head. Alice Oswald actionbadexamine share on social
At each moment, a poem might grow into a totally different shape. It is not so much like working in a garden. It is more as if you remade the garden every day. Alice Oswald daygardengrow Change image and share on social
When the wind blows through a wood, its mass is cut and closed by every leaf, forming a train of jittery vortices in the air. Alice Oswald airblowclose Change image and share on social
I believe the poet shouldn't be in the poem at all except as a lens or as ears. Alice Oswald earlenspoem Change image and share on social
Stripped of its plot, the 'Iliad' is a scattering of names and biographies of ordinary soldiers: men who trip over their shields, lose their courage or miss their wives. In addition to these, there is a cast of anonymous people: the farmers, walkers, mothers, neighbours who inhabit its similes. Alice Oswald additionanonymousbiography share on social