#poetry

I live my life in growing orbits which move out over the things of the world. ↗

— Rainer Maria Rilke

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It is ferocious, life, but it must eat . . . ↗

— Lucia Perillo

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They were too much to carry so i left them behind for a new life, in a new place but no one forgot who i was i didn't and neither did the people who watch they watched for years they watch now ↗

— Ally Condie

#romance #life

......and not out of fear or loneliness, but only to find myself again... for we have come too far my Life, to turn back now... ↗

— John Geddes

#find-myself #loneliness #poetry-quotes #turn-back #life

I heard the voice of that bird, son of Polypas, whose piercing outcry and whose arrival announces to men the season when fields are plowed, and the voice of her broke the heart that darkens within me, since other men posess my flourishing acres now, and not for me are the mules dragging the plow through the grainland, since I have given my heart to the restless seafarer's life. ↗

— Theognis

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O world! O life! O time! On whose last steps I climb, Trembling at that where I had stood before; When will return the glory of your prime? No more -- Oh, never more! Out of the day and night A joy has taken flight; Fresh spring, and summer, and winter hoar, Move my faint heart with grief, but with delight No more -- Oh, never more! ↗

— Percy Bysshe Shelley

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In the street, he turned west and walked against a tide of blank-eyed, gum-chewing faces. A taxi went over a manhole cover, clink-clank. Steam was rising from an excavation at the corner. The world was like a puzzle with half the pieces missing. What was the pont of all these drab buildings, this dirty sky? ↗

— Damon Knight

#onomatopoeia #prose-poetry #urban-life #life

Nothing fills the world quite as poetry does. A poet need not dwell on the pagecount of his life. ↗

— D.A. Botta

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It is not good form to take a Trick out unless one is so firmly established as to be able to afford being associated with someone who might at any given moment write a poem in public. ↗

— Fran Lebowitz

#life

The untented Kosmos my abode, I pass, a wilful stranger: My mistress still the open road And the bright eyes of danger. ↗

— R.L.S.

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