#poetry

It is the hour to be drunken! to escape being the martyred slaves of time, be ceaselessly drunk. On wine, on poetry, or on virtue, as you wish. ↗

— Charles Baudelaire

#ceaselessly #drunk #drunken #escape #hour

The dance can reveal everything mysterious that is hidden in music, and it has the additional merit of being human and palpable. Dancing is poetry with arms and legs. ↗

— Charles Baudelaire

#arms #being #being human #dance #dancing

France is not poetic; she even feels, in fact, a congenital horror of poetry. Among the writers who use verse, those whom she will always prefer are the most prosaic. ↗

— Charles Baudelaire

#among #even #fact #feels #france

Summer night-- even the stars are whispering to each other. ↗

— Kobayashi Issa

#stars

I'll Die For Your Sins If You Live For mine. ↗

— Jim Carroll

#sins #dreams

Songs of myself These are really the thoughts of all men in all ages and lands, they are not original with me, If they are not yours as much as mine they are nothing, or next to nothing, If they are not the riddle and the untying of the riddle they are nothing, If they are not just as close as they are distant they are nothing. This is the grass that grows wherever the land is and the water is, This the common air that bathes the globe. ↗

— Walt Whitman

#age

This autumn- why am I growing old? bird disappearing among clouds. ↗

— Matsuo Bashō

#life #poetry #life

Sometimes the beauty is easy. Sometimes you don't have to try at all. Sometimes you can hear the wind blow in a handshake. Sometimes there's poetry written right on the bathroom wall. ↗

— Ani DiFranco

#beauty #blow #easy #handshake #hear

I am two fools, I know, for loving, and for saying so in whining poetry. ↗

— John Donne

#fools #i #i am #know #loving

I try to show what it is about language and music that enthralls, because I think those are the two elements of poetry. ↗

— Rita Dove

#because #elements #i #i think #language