#poe

The poet dreams of the mountain Sometimes I grow weary of the days, with all their fits and starts. I want to climb some old gray mountains, slowly, taking The rest of my lifetime to do it, resting often, sleeping Under the pines or, above them, on the unclothed rocks. I want to see how many stars are still in the sky That we have smothered for years now, a century at least. I want to look back at everything, forgiving it all, And peaceful, knowing the last thing there is to know. All that urgency! Not what the earth is about! How silent the trees, their poetry being of themselves only. I want to take slow steps, and think appropriate thoughts. In ten thousand years, maybe, a piece of the mountain will fall. ↗

— Mary Oliver

#nature #poetry #dreams

Marriage I think For women Is the best of opiates. It kills the thoughts That think about the thoughts, It is the best of opiates. So said Maria. But too long in solitude she'd dwelt, And too long her thoughts had felt Their strength. So when the man drew near, Out popped her thoughts and covered him with fear. Poor Maria! Better that she had kept her thoughts on a chain, For now she's alone again and all in pain; She sighs for the man that went and the thoughts that stay To trouble her dreams by night and her dreams by day. ↗

— Stevie Smith

#poetry #women #dreams

تعال حقيقة أو أخرج من أحلامي ↗

— لطيفة الحاج

#poetry #dreams

When it comes, you’ll be dreaming that you don’t need to breathe; that breathless silence is the music of the dark and it’s part of the rhythm to vanish like a spark. ↗

— Wisława Szymborska

#poetry #death

Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of Earth And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings; Sunward I've climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth Of sun-split clouds, — and done a hundred things You have not dreamed of — wheeled and soared and swung High in the sunlit silence. Hov'ring there, I've chased the shouting wind along, and flung My eager craft through footless halls of air. . . . Up, up the long, delirious burning blue I've topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace Where never lark, or ever eagle flew — And, while with silent, lifting mind I've trod The high untrespassed sanctity of space, Put out my hand, and touched the face of God. ↗

— John Gillespie Magee Jr.

#poetry #dreams

Now come the whispers bearing bouquets of moonbeams and sunlight tremblings. ↗

— Aberjhani

#love #lovers #moonbeams #moonlight #national-poetry-month

Ceux qui revent eveilles ont conscience de 1000 choses qui echapent a ceux qui ne revent qu'endormis. The one who has day dream are aware of 1000 things that the one who dreams only when he sleeps will never understand. (it sounds better in french, I do what I can with my translation...) ↗

— Edgar Allan Poe

#endormi #french #poe #rêve #dreams

Freud thought that a psychosis was a waking dream, and that poets were daydreamers too, but I wonder if the reverse is not as often true, and that madness is a fiction lived in like a rented house ↗

— William H. Gass

#poetry #poets #dreams

I couldn't tell fact from fiction, Or if the dream was true My only sure prediction In this world was you. I'd touch your features inchly. Beard love and dared the cost, The sented spiel reeled me unreal And I found my senses lost. ↗

— Maya Angelou

#poetry #dreams

One million fifty-one thousand and two hundred minutes That's approximatley how many minutes I've loved you It's how many times i've thought about you How many minutes i've worried about you How many minutes i've thanked God for you How many minutes i've thanked every deity in the universe for you. One million Fifty-one Thousand And Two Hundred Minutes One million fifty-one thousand amd two hundred times. It's how many times you've made me smile. How many times you've made me dream, How many times you've made me believe, How many times you've made me discover, How many times you've made me adore, How many times you've made me cheris, My life. .... And exactlly one million fifty-one thousand and two hundred minutes from now, i am going to propose to you, and ask that you share all the rest of the minutes Of your life, with me. ↗

— Colleen Hoover

#dreams