#poe

She dotes on poetry, sir. She adores it; I may say that her whole soul and mind are wound up, and entwined with it. She has produced some delightful pieces, herself, sir. You may have met with her 'Ode to an Expiring Frog,' sir. ↗

— Charles Dickens

#frog #humor #mind #ode #poetry

THE PRESOCRATIC PROBLEM [all snap flags] Parmenides named his gun The Hot Power of the Stars. His gun was one, uncreated, imperishable, timeless, changeless, perfect, spherical. Spherical was the problem. ↗

— Anne Carson

#philosophy #poetry #religion #humor

McGough: I'm sorry. I'm afraid I've caught poetry. Mr Bones: Oh really? Well, don't worry, sir - I used to suffer from short stories. McGough: Really? When? Mr Bones: Oh, once upon a time ... ↗

— Graham Chapman

#poetry #humor

and if i if i ever let love go because the hatred and the whisperings become a phantom dictate i o- bey in lieu of impulse and realities (the blossoming flamingos of my wild mimosa trees) then let love freeze me out. (from i must become a menace to my enemies) ↗

— June Jordan

#love

...you disappoint me -I am the worst liar in the world - I can't hide my pain or my need so I make a bouquet of my sorrows and give them to you ... ↗

— John Geddes

#liar #lies #love #pain #poetry

She's kind of a walking poem, she's this perfect beauty...but at the same time very deep, very smart. ↗

— Johnny Depp

#beauty #deep #perfect #poem #smart

ARTE MAGNÉTICA DE tanto amar y andar salen los libros. Y si no tienen besos o regiones y si no tienen hombre a manos llenas, si no tienen mujer en cada gota, hambre, deseo, cólera, caminos, no sirven para escudo ni campana: están sin ojos y no podrán abrirlos, tendrán la boca muerta del precepto. Amé las genitales enramadas y entre sangre y amor cavé mis versos, en tierra dura establecí una rosa disputada entre el fuego y el rocío. Por eso pude caminar cantando. ↗

— Pablo Neruda

#art

It is something to have gazed on the constellated white, felt it running from the eyes and the pores: the salt of love. It is something to have whispered wild thank-yous in the only ways we know how. ↗

— Bryana Johnson

#free-verse #hamlet #poetry-life #shakespeare #the-quintessence-of-dust

I quickly, swiftly, reach in, pluck out, and peer into the mirror. 'I am still here.' I am in the glass, in this moment. After this moment, I may not be here; I may be a person who does not know where she is, or why. I leave the kitchen table to bathe, and to dress for church. If only my closet held on its shelves an array of faces I could wear rather than dresses, I would know which face to put on today. As for the dresses, I haven't a clue. ↗

— Tim Cummings

#afterlife #astrology #brothers #children-of-celebrities #class-struggle

...when you're hard and unyielding your words score me with lines - I hate lines - I want curves - curves are happy like a snowman ... ↗

— John Geddes

#love-hurts #poetry #snowman #unyeilding-words #words