#poe

Poets are shameless with their experiences: they exploit them. ↗

— Friedrich Nietzsche

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No poem is easily grasped; so why should any reader expect fast results? ↗

— John Barton

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I would not say I chose to write long poems on a conscious level. The long poem has been a relative constant. ↗

— John Barton

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To me many short poems read and write like beginnings that simply whet my appetite; I want to get over that. ↗

— John Barton

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In greatness, life and death merge. ↗

— Dejan Stojanovic

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His brow is seamed with line and scar; His cheek is red and dark as wine; The fires as of a Northern star Beneath his cap of sable shine. His right hand, bared of leathern glove, Hangs open like an iron gin, You stoop to see his pulses move, To hear the blood sweep out and in. He looks some king, so solitary In earnest thought he seems to stand, As if across a lonely sea He gazed impatient of the land. Out of the noisy centuries The foolish and the fearful fade; Yet burn unquenched these warrior eyes, Time hath not dimmed, nor death dismayed. ↗

— Walter de La Mare

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Poets are the sense, philosophers the intelligence of humanity. ↗

— Samuel Beckett

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The most original sin is not the thinker's but the poet's. ↗

— Jose Bergamin

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As she bends for a Kleenex in the dark, I am thinking of other girls: the girl I loved who fell in love with a lion--she lost her head over it--we just necked a lot; of the girl who fell in love with the tightrope, got addicted to getting high wired and nothing else was enough; all the beautiful, damaged women who have come through my life and I wonder what would have happened if I'd met them sooner, what they were like before they were so badly wounded. All this time I thought I'd been kissing, but maybe I'm always doing mouth-to-mouth resuscitation, kissing dead girls in hopes that the heart will start again. Where there's breath, I've heard, there's hope. ↗

— Daphne Gottlieb

#poetry #women #beauty

Learn to reverence night and to put away the vulgar fear of it, for, with the banishment of night from the experience of man, there vanishes as well a religious emotion, a poetic mood, which gives depth to the adventure of humanity. ↗

— Henry Beston

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