#poetry

أنا ما أحلم به أنا أنت ↗

— لطيفة الحاج

#poetry #dreams

I learned a long, long time ago, that I could accomplish things in this place we call reality and yet still spend most of my time in the better reality of my mind. ↗

— Kevin Walker

#poetry #reality #dreams

I walk alone, absorbed in my fantastic play, — Fencing with rhymes, which, parrying nimbly, back away; Tripping on words, as on rough paving in the street, Or bumping into verses I long had dreamed to meet. ↗

— Charles Baudelaire

#words #dreams

ماذا لو كنتَ طائرا أزرقا هل كنتُ سأحبك أكثر؟ ↗

— لطيفة الحاج

#poetry #dreams

أنت القمر للكوكب الآخر الذي اسمه أنا ↗

— لطيفة الحاج

#poetry #dreams

No one could say the stories were useless for as the tongue clacked five or forty fingers stitched corn was grated from the husk pathwork was pieced or the darning was done... (from 'The Storyteller Poems') ↗

— Liz Lochhead

#poetry #stories #story #dreams

Bí ann nó as táimse ag triall Ort agus má tá cuirim geasa Ort mé a shábháil ón dream a deir gur fear fuar sa spéir Thú. ↗

— Caitlín Maude

#caitlín-maude #faith #gaeilge #god #ireland

Secretly, deep down, everybody on Earth believes they can write poetry, apart from the members of the Poets' Guild, who know they can't. ↗

— K.J. Parker

#poetry #humor

contemporary poetry is a kind of Reykjavik, a place where accessibility and intelligence have been fighting a Cold War by proxy for the last half-century. ↗

— Nick Hornby

#poetry #humor

Keats mourned that the rainbow, which as a boy had been for him a magic thing, had lost its glory because the physicists had found it resulted merely from the refraction of the sunlight by the raindrops. Yet knowledge of its causation could not spoil the rainbow for me. I am sure that it is not given to man to be omniscient. There will always be something left to know, something to excite the imagination of the poet and those attuned to the great world in which they live (p. 64) ↗

— Robert Frost

#poetry #science #imagination