#poetry

Dancing is the poetry of the foot. ↗

— John Dryden

#foot #poetry

My obsession with time informs my poetry so completely it is hard for me to summarize it. We want time to pass, for new things to happen to us, we want to hold on to certain moments, we don't want our lives to end. ↗

— John Barton

#completely #end #happen #hard #hold

But some nights, I must tell you, I go down there after everyone has fallen asleep. I swim back and forth in the echoing blackness. I sing a love song as well as I can, lost for a while in the home of the rain. ↗

— Billy Collins

#love

Recipe For Happiness Khaborovsk Or Anyplace' One grand boulevard with trees with one grand cafe in sun with strong black coffee in very small cups. One not necessarily very beautiful man or woman who loves you. One fine day. ↗

— Lawrence Ferlinghetti

#poetry #beauty

I choose to love this time for once with all my intelligence -from "Splittings ↗

— Adrienne Rich

#dreams

You lethargic, waiting upon me, waiting for the fire and I attendant upon you, shaken by your beauty Shaken by your beauty Shaken. ↗

— William Carlos Williams

#poetry #beauty

I am not a mechanism, an assembly of various sections. and it is not because the mechanism is working wrongly, that I am ill. I am ill because of wounds to the soul, to the deep emotional self, and the wounds to the soul take a long, long time, only time can help and patience, and a certain difficult repentance long difficult repentance, realization of life’s mistake, and the freeing oneself from the endless repetition of the mistake which mankind at large has chosen to sanctify. ↗

— D.H. Lawrence

#poetry #life

Poetry is indispensable - if I only knew what for. ↗

— Jean Cocteau

#indispensable #knew #only #poetry

Children and lunatics cut the Gordian knot which the poet spends his life patiently trying to untie. ↗

— Jean Cocteau

#children #cut #his #knot #life

The poet is a liar who always speaks the truth. ↗

— Jean Cocteau

#always #liar #poet #speaks #truth