#poetry

I'm not a writer. I think I can write short stories and poetry, but film writing, brilliant film writing, is a talent - you can't just do it like that. ↗

— Samantha Morton

#film #i #i can #i think #just

The birth of a true poet is neither an insignificant event nor an easy delivery. Complications generally begin long before the fated soul carries its dubious light into whatever womb has been kind enough to volunteer the intricate machinery of its blood and prayers and muscles for a gestation period much longer than nine months or even nine years. ↗

— Aberjhani

#creativity #literature #national-poetry-month #poem-in-your-pocket-day #poetry

When truth has no burning, then it is philosophy, when it gets burning from the heart, it becomes poetry. ↗

— Muhammad Iqbal

#burning #gets #heart #philosophy #poetry

If the object of poetry is, to make men, then poetry is the heir of prophecy. ↗

— Muhammad Iqbal

#make #men #object #poetry #prophecy

What is that you express in your eyes? It seems to me more than all the print I have read in my life. ↗

— Walt Whitman

#life

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close. ↗

— Pablo Neruda

#poetry #love

Watch out for intellect, because it knows so much it knows nothing and leaves you hanging upside down, mouthing knowledge as your heart falls out of your mouth. ↗

— Anne Sexton

#love #poetry #love

You know, people speak in poetry all the time. They just don't realize it. ↗

— Sherman Alexie

#know #people #poetry #realize #speak

For me concrete poetry was a particular way of using language which came out of a particular feeling, and I don't have control over whether this feeling is in me or not. ↗

— Ian Hamilton Finlay

#concrete #control #feeling #i #language

A poem is true if it hangs together. Information points to something else. A poem points to nothing but itself. ↗

— E. M. Forster

#else #hangs #information #itself #nothing