#poetry

Think neither fear nor courage saves us. Unnatural vices are fathered by our heroism. Virtues are forced upon us by our impudent crimes. These tears are shaken from the wrath-bearing tree. ↗

— T.S. Eliot

#courage

Art is not the handmaid of politics. It is its own remedy! And its healing is sacral. ↗

— William Everson

#art

For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side Of my darling- my darling- my life and my bride, In the sepulchre there by the sea, In her tomb by the sounding sea. ↗

— Edgar Allan Poe

#death #love #poe #poetry #beauty

Life has loveliness to sell, All beautiful and splendid things, Blue waves whitened on a cliff, Soaring fire that sways and sings, And children's faces looking up, Holding wonder like a cup. Life has loveliness to sell, Music like a curve of gold, Scent of pine trees in the rain, Eyes that love you, arms that hold, And for your spirit's still delight, Holy thoughts that star the night. Spend all you have for loveliness, Buy it and never count the cost; For one white singing hour of peace Count many a year of strife well lost, And for a breath of ecstasy Give all you have been, or could be. ↗

— Sara Teasdale

#life #lovely #poetry #beauty

To feel most beautifully alive means to be reading something beautiful, ready always to apprehend in the flow of language the sudden flash of poetry. ↗

— John Andrew Holmes

#always #apprehend #beautiful #beautifully #feel

Poetry can be dangerous, especially beautiful poetry, because it gives the illusion of having had the experience without actually going through it. ↗

— Rumi

#beauty

… and the most beautiful words ever spoken, I have not yet said to you. ↗

— Nâzım Hikmet

#writing #beauty

Nobody the dead man & Nobody the living Nobody is giving in & Nobody is giving Nobody hears me but just Nobody cares Nobody fears me but Nobody just stares Nobody belongs to me & Nobody remains No Nobody knows nothing All that remains are remains ↗

— Kami Garcia

#poetry #beauty

their heart grew cold they let their wings down ↗

— Sappho

#defeat #giving-in #giving-up #imagery #poetry

This is the kind of Friend You are- Without making me realize my soul's anguished history, You slip into my house at night, And while I am sleeping, You silently carry off all my suffering and sordid past in Your beautiful Hands. ↗

— Hafiz of Shiraz

#beauty