#poetry

The library was open for one hour after school let out. I hid there, looking at art books and reading poetry. ↗

But some nights, I must tell you, I go down there after everyone has fallen asleep. I swim back and forth in the echoing blackness. I sing a love song as well as I can, lost for a while in the home of the rain. ↗

— Billy Collins

#love

There is no greater sorrow Than to recall a happy time When miserable. ↗

— Dante Alighieri

#italian-medieval-poetry #nostalgia #À-la-recherche-du-temps-perdu #sorrow

.....and I smile and know why people write music and paint and dance, lifted as if they can fly, because this ache crashing inside needs to be free. sometimes, love becomes a melody others hum for years. ↗

— Pat Mora

#love #poetry #art

...some say Twitter seems trite and lacks weightiness - but in actuality, it lends itself to poetry - it can be very compressed and intense... ↗

— John Geddes

#intense #poetry #trie #twitter #weightiness

Winter solitude- in a world of one colour the sound of the wind. ↗

— Matsuo Bashō

#poetry #wind

Cada vez que te enamores no expliques a nadie nada, deja que el amor te invada sin entrar en pormenores ↗

— Mario Benedetti

#sin

Everything is holy! everybody's holy! everywhere is holy! everyday is in eternity! Everyman's an angel! ↗