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At the round earth's imagined corners blow Your trumpets, angels, and arise, arise From death, you numberless infinities Of souls, and to your scattered bodies go ; All whom the flood did, and fire shall o'erthrow, All whom war, dea[r]th, age, agues, tyrannies, Despair, law, chance hath slain, and you, whose eyes Shall behold God, and never taste death's woe. But let them sleep, Lord, and me mourn a space ; For, if above all these my sins abound, 'Tis late to ask abundance of Thy grace, When we are there. Here on this lowly ground, Teach me how to repent, for that's as good As if Thou hadst seal'd my pardon with Thy blood.


John Donne


#poetry #religion #age

The sort of poetry I seek resides in objects man can't touch.


E. M. Forster


#man #objects #poetry #resides #seek

We all write poems; it is simply that poets are the ones who write in words.


John Fowles


#ones #poems #poets #simply #who

They think I'm going to be a schoolteacher but I'm going to be a poet.


Janet Frame


#i #poet #schoolteacher #think

Life defined only as the opposite of death is not life.


Mahmoud Darwish


#poetry #death

When I went to film school about three years ago, the first two years you're required to make a series of short films. I started making films based on short poems.


James Franco


#ago #based #film #film school #films

When men and woman die, as poets sung, his heart's the last part moves, her last, the tongue.


Benjamin Franklin


#heart #her #his #last #men

Requiescat Tread lightly, she is near Under the snow, Speak gently, she can hear The daisies grow. All her bright golden hair Tarnished with rust, She that was young and fair Fallen to dust. Lily-like, white as snow, She hardly knew She was a woman, so Sweetly she grew. Coffin-board, heavy stone, Lie on her breast, I vex my heart alone She is at rest. Peace, Peace, she cannot hear Lyre or sonnet, All my life’s buried here, Heap earth upon it.


Oscar Wilde


#love #poetry #death

I fain would follow love, if that could be; I needs must follow death, who calls for me; Call and I follow, I follow! let me die.


Alfred Tennyson


#love #poetry #death

I have never started a poem yet whose end I knew. Writing a poem is discovering.


Robert Frost


#end #i #knew #never #poem






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