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Auguries of innocence "He who mocks the infant's faith Shall be mock'd in age and death. He who shall teach the child to doubt The rotting grave shall ne'er get out. He who respects the infant's faith Triumphs over hell and death. The child's toys and the old man's reasons Are the fruits of the two seasons. ↗

— William Blake

#age

Clouds pass and disperse. Are those the faces of love, those pale irretrievables? Is it for such I agitate my heart? ↗

— Sylvia Plath

#heart #love #poetry #love

Heart, we will forget him! You and I, to-night! You may forget the warmth he gave, I will forget the light. When you have done, pray tell me, That I my thoughts may dim; Haste! lest while you’re lagging, I may remember him! ↗

— Emily Dickinson

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He loves me, he loves me not. How many flowers must I kill before he loves me?” ~He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not ↗

— Kimberly Kinrade

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Poetry will die when love and pain cease to exist. ↗

— Kellie Elmore

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I love to move like a mouse inside this puzzle for the body, balancing the wish to be lost with the need to be found. ↗

— Billy Collins

#poetry #love

Cuando uno se enamora las cuadrillas del tiempo hacen escala en el olvido la desdicha se llena de milagros el miedo se convierte en osadía y la muerte no sale de su cueva enamorarse es un presagio gratis una ventana abierta al árbol nuevo una proeza de los sentimientos una bonanza casi insoportable y un ejercicio contra el infortunio por el contrario desenamorarse es ver el cuerpo como es y no como la otra mirada lo inventaba es regresar más pobre al viejo enigma y dar con la tristeza en el espejo ↗

— Mario Benedetti Enamorarse y no

#poetry #love

I'm supposed to a man who never blows his composure A boy trapped in a war, forced to be a solider The weight of the world just put on top of my shoulders But if there's one thing I know for sure It's that my mind has had its exposure And my emotional turmoil has finally had its closure ↗

— Tommy Tran

#life #love #moving-forward #poetry #sad

ولأنني رغم القبور.. ورغم موت الأرض أرفض أن أموت ↗

— فاروق جويدة

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an English girl might well believe that time is how you spend your love. ↗

— Nick Laird

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