#poetry

This is Just to Say I have eaten the plums that were in the icebox and which you were probably saving for breakfast Forgive me they were delicious so sweet and so cold ↗

— William Carlos Williams

#poetry #forgiveness

De pronto no puedo decirte lo que yo te debo decir, hombre,perdóname; sabrás que aunque no escuches mis palabras no me eché a llorar ni a dormir y que contigo estoy sin verte desde hace tiempo y hasta el fin. I can't just suddenly tell you what I should be telling you, friend, forgive me; you know that although you don't hear my words, I wasn't asleep or in tears, that I am with you without seeing you for a good long time and until the end. ↗

— Pablo Neruda

#forgiveness

There is a loneliness more precious than life. There is a freedom more precious than the world. Infinitely more precious than life and the world is that moment when one is alone with God. ↗

— Rumi

#freedom

LIBERTY! FREEDOM! DEMOCRACY! True anyhow no matter how many Liars use those words. ↗

— Langston Hughes

#freedom #liars #liberty #poem #poetry

Wings are freedom only when they are wide open in flight. On one's back they are a heavy weight. ↗

— Marina Tsvetaeva

#russian-poetry #tsvetaeva #wisdom #freedom

Such was a poet and shall be and is -who'll solve the depths of horror to defend a sunbeam's architecture with his life: and carve immortal jungles of despair to hold a mountain's heartbeat in his hand. ↗

— E.E. Cummings

#architecture

Yolculuk Üzerimize teyellenmiş yolculuklarımız var nehirler boyu yüzüyoruz hiçbir yere varmadan. Ceplerimizin içinde yumruklarımızı sıkıyoruz kan çanağı gözlerimiz büyütüyor bizi uyutmadan. Dikiş tutmuyor üzerimize teyellenen yollar hırs bürümüş gözlerimizdeki kandır bizi uyutan. ↗

— Mehmet Ali Çelikel

#life #poetry #friendship

My love is like a red, red rose That's newly sprung in June: My love is like the melody That's sweetly played in tune. How fair art thou, my bonnie lass, So deep in love am I; And I will love thee still, my dear, Till all the seas gang dry. Till all the seas gang dry, my dear, And the rocks melt with the sun; I will love thee still, my dear, While the sands of life shall run. And fare thee weel, my only love. And fare thee weel awhile! And I will come again, my love, Though it were ten thousand mile. ↗

— Robert Burns

#art

Doubt not, O poet, but persist. Say 'It is in me, and shall out.' Stand there, balked and dumb, stuttering and stammering, hissed and hooted, stand and strive, until at last rage draw out of thee that dream-power which every night shows thee is thine own; a power transcending all limit and privacy, and by virtue of which a man is the conductor of the whole river of electricity. ↗

— Ralph Waldo Emerson

#inspiration #poetry #art

This rootless shifting east and west I can't suppress a smile myself but how else can I make the whole world my home. If any of my old friends come around asking say I'm down at the river by the Second Fushimi Bridge. ↗

— Baisao

#rootlessness #home