#poe

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

— Jose Bergamin

#original #original sin #poet #sin #thinker

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

#away #banishment #depth #emotion #experience

Oh, Death was never enemy of ours! We laughed at him, we leagued with him, old chum. No soldier's paid to kick against His powers. We laughed, — knowing that better men would come, And greater wars: when each proud fighter brags He wars on Death, for lives; not men, for flags. ↗

— Wilfred Owen

#war #death

I opened my veins. Unstoppably life spurts out with no remedy. Now I set out bowls and plates. Every bowl will be shallow. Every plate will be small. And overflowing their rims, into the black earth, to nourish the rushes unstoppably without cure, gushes poetry ... ↗

— Marina Tsvetaeva

#life

Poetry is a totally different art than film. ↗

— Stan Brakhage

#different #film #poetry #than #totally

An actor is at most a poet and at least an entertainer. ↗

— Marlon Brando

#entertainer #least #most #poet

Reality only reveals itself when it is illuminated by a ray of poetry. ↗

— Georges Braque

#itself #only #poetry #ray #reality

The cliche is dead poetry. ↗

— Gerald Brenan

#dead #poetry

All of these teeth had once been in real, live people. They had talked and smiled and eaten and sang and cursed and prayed. They had brushed and flossed and died. In English class, we read poems about death, but here, right in front of me was a poem about death too. ↗

— Gabrielle Zevin

#evidence #poetry #teeth #death