#poetry

I have been enlightened. I have fallen into poetry and it has swallowed me up. ↗

— Keith Haring

#enlightened #fallen #i #into #me

Nobody, I think, ought to read poetry, or look at pictures or statues, who cannot find a great deal more in them than the poet or artist has actually expressed. Their highest merit is suggestiveness. ↗

— Nathaniel Hawthorne

#artist #cannot #deal #expressed #find

I wrote The Green Eye of the Little Yellow God in five hours, but I had it all planned out. It isn't poetry and it does not pretend to be, but it does what it sets out to do. ↗

— J. Milton Hayes

#eye #five #god #green #had

Some Marines made fun of the fact that I had done plays and studied poetry, but then I won the award for physical training. ↗

— David Hunt

#done #fact #fun #had #i

Living here on Earth, we breathe the rhythms of a universe that extends infinitely above us. When resonant harmonies arise between this vast outer cosmos and the inner human cosmos, poetry is born. ↗

— Daisaku Ikeda

#arise #between #born #breathe #cosmos

Forgive, O Lord, my little jokes on Thee And I'll forgive Thy great big one on me. ↗

— Robert Frost

#poetry #religion #forgiveness

If you're reading this... Congratulations, you're alive. If that's not something to smile about, then I don't know what is. ↗

— Chad Sugg

#congratulations #hope #humanity #inspiration #inspirational

She seems so cool, so focused, so quiet, yet her eyes remain fixed upon the horizon. You think you know all there is to know about her immediately upon meeting her, but everything you think you know is wrong. Passion flows through her like a river of blood. She only looked away for a moment, and the mask slipped, and you fell. All your tomorrows start here. ↗

— Neil Gaiman

#poetry #inspirational

The Road Not Taken Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth; Then took the other, as just as fair, And having perhaps the better claim, Because it was grassy and wanted wear; Though as for that the passing there Had worn them really about the same, And both that morning equally lay In leaves no step had trodden black. Oh, I kept the first for another day! Yet knowing how way leads on to way, I doubted if I should ever come back. I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I— I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference. ↗

— Robert Frost

#poetry #age

That's a wonderful change that's taken place, and so most poetry today is published, if not directly by the person, certainly by the enterprise of the poet himself, working with his friends. ↗

— A. R. Ammons

#change #directly #enterprise #friends #himself