#poetry

The ocean-blue bowl won’t refuse to bruise, won’t hold it back from the gaping earth-wounds. There will still come water, chill wind and happy goosebumps, and in the utmost corners of oaks, leaves laughing. ↗

— Bryana Johnson

#grief #nature #nevertheless-come-autumn #poetry #nature

Landscape is my religion. ...God in a green legend, I lean over the pool In a testament of leaves. I dangle my twinkling mood Before me in a cool cave roofed with branches And floored with a skin of water. ↗

— Norman MacCaig

#scottish-poetry #religion

Some who grow dull religious straight commence And gain in morals what they lose in sense. ↗

— Alexander Pope

#religion #religion

My love has made me selfish. I cannot exist without you – I am forgetful of every thing but seeing you again – my Life seems to stop there – I see no further. You have absorb'd me. I have a sensation at the present moment as though I was dissolving – I should be exquisitely miserable without the hope of soon seeing you ... I have been astonished that Men could die Martyrs for religion – I have shudder'd at it – I shudder no more – I could be martyr'd for my Religion – Love is my religion – I could die for that – I could die for you. ↗

— John Keats

#john-keats #love #poetry #romance #life

There are things known and there are things unknown and in between are the doors. ↗

— Jim Morrison

#letters

The greater puzzle of universal wisdom and beauty that we have strived to honor through our work includes the profound legacies of world artistic and spiritual traditions, the innate integrity of human communities where people seek to live in social harmony, and that regenerative stream of life sustained upon the earth itself as it spins through the cosmos to the music of the spheres. ↗

— Luther E. Vann

#art #art-books #beauty #communities #creativity

A man of my acquaintance once wrote a poem called "The Road Less Traveled", describing a journey he took through the woods along a path most travelers never used. The poet found that the road less traveled was peaceful but quite lonely, and he was probably a bit nervous as he went along, because if anything happened on the road less traveled, the other travelers would be on the road more frequently traveled and so couldn't hear him as he cried for help. Sure enough, that poet is dead. ↗

— Lemony Snicket

#travel

may came home with a smooth round stone as small as a world and as large as alone. ↗

— E.E. Cummings

#poetry #travel #travel

Trees are poems the earth writes upon the sky, We fell them down and turn them into paper, That we may record our emptiness. ↗

— Kahlil Gibran

#wisdom #wisdom

We have seen the best minds of our generation destroyed by boredom at poetry readings. ↗

— Lawrence Ferlinghetti

#paraphrased #poetry #dreams