#poetic

The death of a beautiful woman, is unquestionably the most poetical topic in the world. ↗

— Edgar Allan Poe

#beautiful woman #death #most #poetical #topic

I could I trust starve like a gentleman. It's listed as part of the poetic training, you know. ↗

— Ezra Pound

#gentleman #i #know #like #listed

An exact poetic duplication of a man is for the poet a negation of the earth, an impossibility of being, even though his greatest desire is to speak to many men, to unite with them by means of harmonious verses about the truths of the mind or of things. ↗

— Salvatore Quasimodo

#being #desire #duplication #earth #even

At the point when continuity was interrupted by the first nuclear explosion, it would have been too easy to recover the formal sediment which linked us with an age of poetic decorum, of a preoccupation with poetic sounds. ↗

— Salvatore Quasimodo

#been #continuity #decorum #easy #explosion

Even a polemic has some justification if one considers that my own first poetic experiments began during a dictatorship and mark the origin of the Hermetic movement. ↗

— Salvatore Quasimodo

#considers #dictatorship #during #even #experiments

Strictly speaking, the idea of a scientific poem is probably as nonsensical as that of a poetic science. ↗

— Karl Wilhelm Friedrich Schlegel

#nonsensical #poem #poetic #probably #science

The poetry of this one is called philosophical, of that one philological, of a third rhetorical, and so on. Which is then the poetic poetry? ↗

— Karl Wilhelm Friedrich Schlegel

#philological #philosophical #poetic #poetry #rhetorical

Paper is the strongest material in the world. Things under which a mountain will crumble, you can place on paper and it will hold: beauty at its most intense; love at its fiercest; the greatest grief; the greatest rage. ↗

— Nadeem Aslam

#beauty

To Wallace Stevens' post-Nietzschean formula 'God and the imagination are one,' these women poets would add a crucial third element: God and the imagination and my body are one. ↗

— Alicia Suskin Ostriker

#imagination

Ty?” I said, trying out your name, liking the way it sounded. “So what’s it like anyway? Australia?” You smiled then, and your whole face changed with it. It kind of lit up, like there were sunbeams coming from inside you. “You’ll find out,” you said. ↗

— Lucy Christopher

#dark #poetic-fiction #change