#poetry

Tell me, enigmatical man, whom do you love best, your father, Your mother, your sister, or your brother? I have neither father, nor mother, nor sister, nor brother. Your friends? Now you use a word whose meaning I have never known. Your country? I do not know in what latitude it lies. Beauty? I could indeed love her, Goddess and Immortal. Gold? I hate it as you hate God. Then, what do you love, extraordinary stranger? I love the clouds the clouds that pass up there Up there the wonderful clouds! ↗

— Charles Baudelaire

#beauty

For me, prose walks, poetry dances. ↗

— James Broughton

#me #poetry #prose #walks

I wish you would read a little poetry sometimes. Your ignorance cramps my conversation. ↗

— Anthony Hope

#cramps #i #i wish #ignorance #little

Dealing with poetry is a daunting task, simply because the reason one does it as an editor at all is because one is constantly coming to terms with one's own understanding of how to understand the world. ↗

— Peter Davison

#coming #constantly #daunting #dealing #does

My friends never talk to me about my poetry because they're embarrassed that I write it or they're embarrassed by what I write about which are not such extraordinarily terrifying things, but they are the state of human existence. ↗

— Peter Davison

#because #embarrassed #existence #extraordinarily #friends

Poetry is a naked woman, a naked man, and the distance between them. ↗

— Lawrence Ferlinghetti

#poetry #sexual-tension #art

I see a resurgence of interest in poetry. I am less optimistic about the prospects for the arts when it comes to federal funding. ↗

— Rita Dove

#am #arts #comes #federal #federal funding

What if the mightiest word is love, love beyond marital, filial, national. Love that casts a widening pool of light. Love with no need to preempt grievance. In today's sharp sparkle, this winter air, anything can be made, any sentence begun. On the brink, on the brim, on the cusp -- praise song for walking forward in that light. ↗

— Elizabeth Alexander

#inspirational #obama #poetry #inspirational

He will one day meet his true love... A fellow traveler on the road... Her eyes will be his ocean... In her ocean he will sail forever.... ↗

— Kem

#poetry #romance #inspirational

Nor do we merely feel these essences for one short hour no, even as these trees that whisper round a temple become soon dear as the temples self, so does the moon, the passion posey, glories infinite, Haunt us till they become a cheering light unto our souls and bound to us so fast, that wheather there be shine, or gloom o'er cast, They always must be with us, or we die. ↗

— John Keats

#philosophical #poetry #inspirational