#poe

Come away, O human child! To the waters and the wild With a faery, hand in hand, For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand. ↗

— W.B. Yeats

#fairies #fantasy #loss-of-innocence #poetry #sorrow

Sometimes I’m terrified of my heart; of its constant hunger for whatever it is it wants. The way it stops and starts. ↗

— Edgar Allan Poe

#misattributed #misattributed-to-poe #poe-singer #heart

Poetry is eternal graffiti written in the heart of everyone. ↗

— Lawrence Ferlinghetti

#heart

Extinguish my eyes, I'll go on seeing you. Seal my ears, I'll go on hearing you. And without feet I can make my way to you, without a mouth I can swear your name. Break off my arms, I'll take hold of you with my heart as with a hand. Stop my heart, and my brain will start to beat. And if you consume my brain with fire, I'll feel you burn in every drop of my blood. ↗

— Rainer Maria Rilke

#poetry #brain

listen: there’s a hell of a good universe next door; let’s go ↗

— E.E. Cummings

#poetry #hell

You talk when you cease to be at peace with your thoughts. ↗

— Kahlil Gibran

#poetry #thought

Gains for all our losses There are gains for all our losses There are balms for all our pains But when youth the dream departs It takes some thing from our hearts And never comes again We are stronger and are better Under manhood’s sterner reign Still we feel that some thing sweet Followed youth with flying feet And will never come again. Some thing beautiful has vanished And we sigh for it in vain We behold it every where---- On the earth and in the air---- But it never comes again. ↗

— R.H. Stoddard

#poetry #beauty

I am awaiting perpetually and forever a renaissance of wonder ↗

— Lawrence Ferlinghetti

#wonder

In pale moonlight / the wisteria's scent / comes from far away. ↗

— Yosa Buson

#meditations #observation #perception #poetry #zen

Anon, who wrote so many poems without signing them, was often a woman. ↗

— Virginia Woolf

#poetry #woman #woman