#poetry

It is always better to avenge dear ones than to indulge in mourning. For every one of us, living in this world means waiting for our end. Let whoever can win glory before death. When a warrior is gone, that will be his best and only bulwark. ↗

— Seamus Heaney

#poetry #revenge #death

The red washing down the bathtub can't change the color of the sea at all. ↗

— Derrick C. Brown

#depression #poem #poetry #suicide #change

Under the wide and starry sky Dig the grave and let me lie: Glad did I live and gladly die, And I laid me down with a will. This be the verse you grave for me: Here he lies where he long'd to be; Home is the sailor, home from the sea, And the hunter home from the hill. ↗

— Robert Louis Stevenson

#poetry #death

life's not a paragraph And death i think is no parenthesis ↗

— E.E. Cummings

#death

We do not play on Graves— Because there isn't Room— Besides—it isn't even—it slants And People come— And put a Flower on it— And hang their faces so— We're fearing that their Hearts will drop— And crush our pretty play— And so we move as far As Enemies—away— Just looking round to see how far It is—Occasionally— ↗

— Emily Dickinson

#poetry #death

Not a single star will be left in the night. The night will not be left. I will die and, with me, the weight of the intolerable universe. I shall erase the pyramids, the medallions, the continents and faces. I shall erase the accumulated past. I shall make dust of history, dust of dust. Now I am looking on the final sunset. I am hearing the last bird. I bequeath nothingness to no one. ↗

— Jorge Luis Borges

#poetry #suicide #death

Poets are interested primarily in death and commas. ↗

— Carolyn Kizer

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I'm conscious of a series of circles working its way through my life. And at this particular moment I have come round to the beginning of my writing cycle. It begins with poetry. There's hardly a day that goes past on which I don't write poetry. ↗

— Ben Okri

#begins #circles #come #conscious #cycle

Poetry and consumption are the most flattering of diseases. ↗

— William Shenstone

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Poetry is of so subtle a spirit, that in the pouring out of one language into another it will evaporate. ↗

— John Denham

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