#poetry

He who does not know how to encircle a girl so that she loses sight of everything he does not want her to see, he who does not know how to poetize himself into a girl so that it is from her that everything proceeds as he wants it-he is and remains a bungler ↗

— Søren Kierkegaard

#johannes #love #poetry #seducer-s-diary #seduction

The first year was like icing. Then the cake started to show through … ↗

— John Ashbery

#cake #love #poetry #reality #year

We are each what never leaves us, what we never see the back of is the self. But what loves us is at the back, as Eurydice was escorting him out without his knowing. ↗

— Christina Davis

#love #poetry #love

Will you walk into my parlour?" said the Spider to the Fly ↗

— Mary Howitt

#lessons #poetry #humor

...I recall that day on the beach - the sand so brilliant, the clouds so massive, and the wind punishing your hair... ↗

— John Geddes

#clouds #hair #love #memories #poetry-quotes

We are supposed to do something with these/Damn hearts of ours, and we are meant to love and be loved. ↗

— Rob Bignell

#poetry #love

Love crosses the sky \ on a peculiar disturbing night. ↗

— Shannon A. Thompson

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

Take hands. There is no love now. But there are hands. There is no joining now, But a joining has been Of the fastening of fingers And their opening. More than the clasp even, the kiss Speaks loneliness, How we dwell apart, And how love triumphs in this. ↗

— Laura Riding Jackson

#love #poetry #love

The touch of your fingers grazing mine delicate as a single drop of wine in a crystal goblet. Rolling it round, I savor it on my tongue, try to make it last forever. The words I love you form in the air and melt. Your palm against my cheek, light as a snowflake. ↗

— Eve Merriam

#lovers #poetry #love

Ah, when to the heart of man Was it ever less than a treason To go with the drift of things, To yield with a grace to reason, And bow and accept the end Of a love or a season? ↗

— Robert Frost

#poetry #love