#poetry

Oh,' said a very white body as it threw a wrist watch to the ground which broke without attracting anyone's attention, 'Oh, how can anyone not love poetry, natural machines, large white houses, the brilliance of steel, crimes and wild passions? ↗

— Robert Desnos

#passion #poetry #surrealism #love

Did the harebell loose her girdle To the lover bee, Would the bee the harebell hallow Much as formerly? ↗

— Emily Dickinson

#poetry-quotes-love #possession #love

...you are a river rock and belong in a stream - not here in this upper room sinking in my bed... ↗

— John Geddes

#love #poetry #river-rock #stream #upper-room

I made these sonnets out of wood; I gave them the sound of that opaque pure substance, and that is how they should reach your ears. Walking in forests or on beaches, along hidden lakes, in latitudes sprinkled with ashes, you and I have picked up pieces of pure bark, pieces of wood subject to the comings and goings of water and the weather. Out of such softened relics, then, with hatchet and machete and pocketknife, I built up these lumber piles of love, and with fourteen boards each I built little houses, so that your eyes, which I adore and sing to, might live in them. Now that I have declared the foundations of my love, I surrender this century to you: wooden sonnets that rise only because you gave them life. ↗

— Pablo Neruda

#life

...does it seem strange in the loneliness of the present time, that I run to you?... ↗

— John Geddes

#poetry #run-to-you #love

You may be able to fly to heaven with my love. But for real, my love is only a cheap wine. Seriously, Only God’s love is the precious wine. And She even gives it to everyone. For free! ↗

— Subhan Zein

#love #poetry #relationships #spiritualism #spiritualist-poetry

...all my life I prayed to a star – Later discovered it was Venus – I was praying to Aphrodite and wondering why she was sending me you -sad... ↗

— John Geddes

#love #poetry #prayer #life

And the afternoon, the evening, sleeps so peacefully! Smoothed by long fingers, Asleep … tired … or it malingers, Stretched on on the floor, here beside you and me. Should I, after tea and cakes and ices, Have the strength to force the moment to its crisis? But though I have wept and fasted, wept and prayed, Though I have seen my head (grown slightly bald) brought in upon a platter, I am no prophet—and here’s no great matter; I have seen the moment of my greatness flicker, And I have seen the eternal Footman hold my coat, and snicker, And in short, I was afraid. ↗

— T.S. Eliot

#love

Please let me know if I am not here Let me know if I fail to find you there For before the dawn I leave the night behind me And before my heart I let you leave me behind. ↗

— Munia Khan

#dawn #love #poetry #poetry-quotes #love

There was a war all over the world and all over the world was grief. And yet I whispered into jewelled ears verses of love. It makes me feel ashamed. But no, not really. ↗

— Jaroslav Seifert

#poetry #war #love