#poe

Tis true my garments threadbare are, And sorry poor I seem; But inly I am richer far Than any poet's dream. For I've a hidden life no one Can ever hope to see; A sacred sanctuary none May share with me. Aloof I stand from out the strife, Within my heart a song; By virtue of my inner life I to myself belong. Against man-ruling I rebel, Yet do not fear defeat, For to my secret citadel I may retreat. Oh you who have an inner life Beyond this dismal day With wars and evil rumours rife, Go blessedly your way. Your refuge hold inviolate; Unto yourself be true, And shield serene from sordid fate The Real You. ↗

— Robert W. Service

#poetry #refuge #strength #dreams

See--two who dreamed that dream, and you were one. ↗

— Caris Brooke

#poetry #dreams

you told me once about how they used to build whole city states out of poems how everything you see here is made out of the bones of dreams how having a stiff drink with lorca meant you had to write everything down right away lately the words just won’t come ↗

— John Dorsey

#dreams

[H]e initially conceived of Olivier as a man of the greatest promise destroyed by a fatal flaw, the unreasoning passion for a woman dissolving into violence, desperately weakening everything he tried to do. For how could learning and poetry be defended when it produced such dreadful results and was advanced by such imperfect creatures? At least Julien did not see the desperate fate of the ruined lover as a nineteenth-century novelist or a poet might have done, recasting the tale to create some appealing romantic hero, dashed to pieces against the unyielding society that produced him. Rather, his initial opinion -- held almost to the last -- was of Olivier as a failure, ruined by a terible weakness. ↗

— Iain Pears

#love #passion #perception #poetry #romanticism

Dream by making and make by dreaming. ↗

— Dejan Stojanovic

#dream #dreaming #literature #literature-quotes #making

brave love, dream not of staunching such strict flame, but come, lean to my wound; burn on, burn on. ↗

— Sylvia Plath

#passion #poetry #dreams

I was born and raised on steel river I see it all like it was yesterday The ships and bridges they were all delivered From Sydney harbour to the Cisco bay And I met my love down on steel river We served our dreams and spent our childhood days In rainy streets we'd kiss away the shivers And hide from fear inside the latest craze Dancing to Motown Making love with Carole King record playing And oh how I loved you Say goodbye steel river ↗

— Chris Rea

#dreams

Oh, Man in the Moon" "Oh, man in the moon, send an evening star to wink at my dreary eyes, and I shall make a wish for a peaceful world that spins with no more lies. Oh, man in the moon, send the night's cool breeze to lull my leery heart, and I shall cast my fears to the wind with ease, and watch them all depart. Oh, man in the moon, send the sandman's dust to rest my weary soul, and I shall slumber in happy dreams until the morning bells do toll. ↗

— Richelle E. Goodrich

#man-in-the-moon #moon #poem #poetry #richelle

Z długiego tunelu przecinającego granicę dwu okręgów wjechało się w krainę śniegu. Dno nocy zamajaczyło bielą. Pociąg zatrzymał się pod sygnałem". ↗

— SMFPL

#poetry #dreams

If I can see pain in your eyes then share with me your tears. If I can see joy in your eyes then share with me your smile. ↗

— Santosh Kalwar

#joy #pain #poetry #share #smile