#poetry

So much depends upon a blue car splattered with mud speeding down the road. ↗

— Sharon Creech

#love

Cuando uno se enamora las cuadrillas del tiempo hacen escala en el olvido la desdicha se llena de milagros el miedo se convierte en osadía y la muerte no sale de su cueva enamorarse es un presagio gratis una ventana abierta al árbol nuevo una proeza de los sentimientos una bonanza casi insoportable y un ejercicio contra el infortunio por el contrario desenamorarse es ver el cuerpo como es y no como la otra mirada lo inventaba es regresar más pobre al viejo enigma y dar con la tristeza en el espejo ↗

— Mario Benedetti Enamorarse y no

#poetry #love

My beloved has arrived, but rather than greeting him, All I can do is bite the corner of my apron with a blank expression- What an awkward woman am I. My heart has longed for him as hugely and openly as a full moon But instead I narrow my eyes, and my glance to him Is sharp and narrow as the crescent moon. But then, I'm not the only one who behaves this way. My mother and my mother's mother were as silly and stumbling as I am when they were girls... Still, the love from my heart is overflowing, As bright and crimson as the heated metal in a blacksmith's forge. ↗

— Kim Dong Hwa

#longing #love #mothers #mothers-and-daughters #poetry

as some strings, untouched, sound when no one is speaking. So it was when love slipped inside us. ↗

— Jane Hirshfield

#poetry #love

...yes, I am your priest, your magician, your lover - I make charms to incant your presence... ↗

— John Geddes

#love #lover #magician #poetry #priest

...your memory is a warm stone hidden in my hand I'm always turning over... ↗

— John Geddes

#love #memory #poetry #stone #love

A poet must discover that it’s his own story that is true, even if the truth is small indeed. ↗

— Jim Harrison

#poetry #life

Praise I cannot say it with mere words Convincingly So I sing it with the life I live Unflinchingly ↗

— Linford Detweiler

#life

I called it a baptism in flaming ink that forced me to shed my shyness about recognizing myself as a poet and to accept the fact that life had never given me any choice in the matter. And then I had to discover exactly what that meant. ↗

— Aberjhani

#contemporary-literature #contemporary-poetry #destiny #famous-poets #initiation

A young gratuitous smile; trust and distrust; Promiscuities of bed and board and road; The one assured treasure A life, in recollection, truly possessed. ↗

— Robert Wells

#pillar #poetry #travel #treasure #value