#poetic

A true poet does not bother to be poetical. Nor does a nursery gardener scent his roses. ↗

— Jean Cocteau

#bother #does #gardener #his #nor

I drift like a cloud, Across these venerable eastern lands, A journey of unfathomable distances, An endless scroll of experiences... Lady Zhejiang here we must part, For the next province awaits my embrace. Sad wanderer, once you conquer the East, Where do you go? ↗

— Tom Carter

#china #chinese #collecting-poetic-lines #hangzhou #ji-ju

Some of the poetic writers who insert passages of realism in their texts have no underlying philosophy to uphold them, and revert to realism. ↗

— Marguerite Young

#passages #philosophy #poetic #realism #revert

The poet's other readers are the ancient poets, who look upon the freshly written pages from an incorruptible distance. Their poetic forms are permanent, and it is difficult to create new forms which can approach them. ↗

— Salvatore Quasimodo

#approach #create #difficult #distance #forms

Like, I took no poetic license with 'Schindler's List' because that was historical, factual documents. ↗

— Steven Spielberg

#documents #factual #historical #i #license

I was really exposed to great old-time literature - the classics, the poetic realists like Strindberg and Ibsen and all those guys. I was really inspired by all those guys. That's when writing became a primary focus. ↗

— Kurt Sutter

#classics #exposed #focus #great #guys

For Poesy alone can tell her dreams, With the fine spell of words alone can save Imagination from the sable charm And dumb enchantment. Who alive can say, ‘Thou art no Poet may’st not tell thy dreams?’ Since every man whose soul is not a clod Hath visions, and would speak, if he had loved And been well nurtured in his mother tongue. Whether the dream now purpos’d to rehearse Be poet’s or fanatic’s will be known When this warm scribe my hand is in the grave. ↗

— John Keats

#art

It's better to have nothing,' the children were saying. ↗

— Marilynne Robinson

#homelessness #poetic-fiction #beauty

Your beautiful mouth was moving like a caterpillar. I reached out and tried to catch it. ↗

— Lucy Christopher

#beauty

Glasses frame the beauty of a lady's eyes. ↗

— Jimmie A. Kepler

#poetry #poetry-of-life #beauty