#poetic

Cease, stranger, cease those witching notes, The art of syren choirs; Hush the seductive voice that floats Across the trembling wires. Music's ethereal power was given Not to dissolve our clay, But draw Promethean beams from heaven To purge the dross away. ↗

— John Henry Newman

#misinterpreted #poetic #music

Poetry is the language of the soul; Poetic Prose, the language of my heart. Each line must flow as in a song, and strike a chord that rings forever. To me, words are music! ↗

— Lori R. Lopez

#poetic-prose #poetry #song #writing-style #music

...she could not think of what had happened to her that day, or of what might happen that night. Instead, she watched the lamplighters move along the avenues even as their celestial counterparts set the stars alight in the sky. The rain had washed the city clean, and the air was a confection of clematis and violets and peony. Music and light spilled out of so many grand houses that the two seemed at once ubiquitous and united, as if to play a note was to send forth a ray of illumination, and a quartet was enough to set the grandest halls aglitter. ↗

— Galen Beckett

#music

Far, far away something made a single ghostly howl, like a banshee in the dark. ↗

— Lucy Christopher

#poetic-fiction #nature

Pain is subtle. He has cold grey fingers. His voice is horse from crying & screaming... When people try to avoid him, he follows them silently & turns upas the bartender, or the bus driver... Pain has an elaborate filing system for keeping track of everyone... Pain respects people who are willing to take risks. If you... face him directly, he will give you a special ointment so your wounds don't fester. ↗

— J. Ruth Gendler

#poetic #qualities #ruth-gendler #respect

France is not poetic; she even feels, in fact, a congenital horror of poetry. Among the writers who use verse, those whom she will always prefer are the most prosaic. ↗

— Charles Baudelaire

#among #even #fact #feels #france

If the poet has pursued a moral objective, he has diminished his poetic force. ↗

— Charles Baudelaire

#force #his #moral #objective #poet

Nothing is poetical if plain daylight is not poetical; and no monster should amaze us if the normal man does not amaze. ↗

— Gilbert K. Chesterton

#daylight #does #man #monster #normal

That willing suspension of disbelief for the moment, which constitutes poetic faith. ↗

— Samuel Taylor Coleridge

#disbelief #faith #moment #poetic #suspension

Like a feather in a dust storm, with no direction The Raven flies through life, helpless and omitted Until night declares and the wind expires. Then it flies to the land of stones and etchings And becomes an Ember, breaking away ↗

— Jessica Sorensen

#death