#poe

As a poet I hold the most archaic values on earth. They go back to the Neolithic: the fertility of the soil, the magic of animals, the power-vision in solitude, the terrifying initiation and rebirth, the love and ecstasy of the dance, the common work of the tribe. ↗

— Gary Snyder

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So this is love: the Sculptor’s chisel. And stone, which in its whole life does not utter a single word, suddenly sings. ↗

— Milan Rúfus

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Your daily war chant: ( screaming it is mandatory! ) Ooooooooh today, today I will see, what a happy place the world can be! I will make someone smile, refuse to being vile! I will share what I love, take someone high above, in the sky, between the clouds with joyful shouts! Today, today even you will see, What a happy place the world can be! Make it happen, enjoy your day, Remember it is a temporary stay, here on earth, this single hour, today I give my love a flower! YEAAAAAH! Today I kick life’s behind, making good what is unkind! Making smile who is not grinning! And this is only the beginning! Today.I.am. AAAAAAALIVEE! ↗

— Janosch Fingerhut

#happiness #joy #life #poem #war-chant

I count no more my wasted tears; They left no echo of their fall; I mourn no more my lonesome years; This blessed hour atones for all. I fear not all that Time or Fate May bring to burden heart or brow, Strong in the love that came so late, Our souls shall keep it always now! ↗

— Elizabeth Akers Allen

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I have no words alas! to tell the loveliness of loving well ↗

— Edgar Allan Poe

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n’t you see, Will? You’re a person like me. You are like me. You say the things I think but never say out loud. You read the books I read. You love the poetry I love. You make me laugh with your ridiculous songs and the way you see the truth of everything. I feel like you can look inside me and see all the places I am odd or unusual and fit your heart around them, for you are odd and unusual in just the same way.” With the hand that was not holding his, she touched his cheek, lightly. “We are the same. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#perfection #poetry #truth #love

This is an apology letter to the both of us for how long it took me to let things go. It was not my intention to make such a production of the emptiness between us playing tuba on the tombstone of a soprano to try and keep some dead singer’s perspective alive. It’s just that I coulda swore you had sung me a love song back there and that you meant it but I guess sometimes people just chew with their mouth open so I ate ear plugs alive with my throat hoping they’d get lodged deep enough inside the empty spots that I wouldn’t have to hear you leaving ↗

— Buddy Wakefield

#hurling-crowbirds-at-mockingbars #poetry #love

Phula'n diya'n Kaliya'n, Kaliya'n diya'n Kalma'n, Kalma'n di Khushbu ch tu'n,'' ''Dil di Dhadkan, Dhadkan di Tadpan, Tadpan di chu'n ch tu'n'' ''Khuda di Ibaadat, Ibaadat di Rehmat, Rehmat di Ruh ch tu'n'' ''Bas tu'n, sirf tu'n. tu'n hi tu'n ↗

— Samar Sudha

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All letters of love are Ridiculous. They wouldn’t be love letters if they were not Ridiculous. ↗

— Fernando Pessoa

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He woke her then, and trembling and obedient, she ate that burning heart out of his hand. Weeping, I saw him then depart from me. Could he daily feel a stab of hunger for her? Find nourishment in the very sight of her? I think so. But would she see through the bars of his plight, and ache for him? ↗

— Dante Alighieri

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