#poe

I am lost in my world, invisible - unknown. Moon please lend me your light that someone will me see me. ↗

— Susie Clevenger

#darkness #invisible #lonely #lost #poetry

A hidden spark of the dream sleeps In the forest and waits In the celestial spheres of the brain. ↗

— Dejan Stojanovic

#celestial #circling #dejan-stojanovic #dreams #forest

Dreams are our only geography—our native land. ↗

— Dejan Stojanovic

#dreams #geography #land #literature #literature-quotes

I want my life to be the greatest story. My very existence will be the greatest poem. Watch me burn. Love always, Charlotte ↗

— Charlotte Eriksson

#dreams #existence #goals #growing-up #inspiration

From oriole to crow, note the decline In music. Crow is realist. But, then, Oriole, also, may be realist. ↗

— Wallace Stevens

#music

And I or you pocketless of a dime, may purchase the pick of the earth. ↗

— Walt Whitman

#highland #leaves-of-grass #nature #poetry #song

Hay una estrella mas abierta que la palabra 'amapola'? Is there a star more wide open than the word 'poppy"? ↗

— Pablo Neruda

#nature #poetry #stars #words #nature

The Mississippi and its paddle boats, and the rivers of Bengal and their gleaming steamers evoked a similar atmosphere of romance, of long, song-filled voyages, high winds and lonely sunsets. ↗

— Qurratulain Hyder

#nature #poetry #nature

...the religion of the heart is as intimate as a wish breathed to the night sky... ↗

— John Geddes

#intimacy #night-sky #poetry #religion #religion

(Wallace) Stevens turns to the idea of the weather precisely as the religious man turns to the idea of God. ↗

— Harold Bloom

#poetry #religion #wallace-stevens #weather #religion