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#poetry

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Poetry is eternal graffiti written in the heart of everyone. ↗


— Lawrence Ferlinghetti


#heart

Extinguish my eyes, I'll go on seeing you. Seal my ears, I'll go on hearing you. And without feet I can make my way to you, without a mouth I can swear your name. Break off my arms, I'll take hold of you with my heart as with a hand. Stop my heart, and my brain will start to beat. And if you consume my brain with fire, I'll feel you burn in every drop of my blood. ↗


— Rainer Maria Rilke


#poetry #brain

listen: there’s a hell of a good universe next door; let’s go ↗


— E.E. Cummings


#poetry #hell

You talk when you cease to be at peace with your thoughts. ↗


— Kahlil Gibran


#poetry #thought

Gains for all our losses There are gains for all our losses There are balms for all our pains But when youth the dream departs It takes some thing from our hearts And never comes again We are stronger and are better Under manhood’s sterner reign Still we feel that some thing sweet Followed youth with flying feet And will never come again. Some thing beautiful has vanished And we sigh for it in vain We behold it every where---- On the earth and in the air---- But it never comes again. ↗


— R.H. Stoddard


#poetry #beauty

I am awaiting perpetually and forever a renaissance of wonder ↗


— Lawrence Ferlinghetti


#wonder

In pale moonlight / the wisteria's scent / comes from far away. ↗


— Yosa Buson


#meditations #observation #perception #poetry #zen

Anon, who wrote so many poems without signing them, was often a woman. ↗


— Virginia Woolf


#poetry #woman #woman

You who never arrived in my arms, Beloved, who were lost from the start, I don't even know what songs would please you. I have given up trying to recognize you in the surging wave of the next moment. All the immense images in me -- the far-off, deeply-felt landscape, cities, towers, and bridges, and un- suspected turns in the path, and those powerful lands that were once pulsing with the life of the gods-- all rise within me to mean you, who forever elude me. You, Beloved, who are all the gardens I have ever gazed at, longing. An open window in a country house-- , and you almost stepped out, pensive, to meet me. Streets that I chanced upon,-- you had just walked down them and vanished. And sometimes, in a shop, the mirrors were still dizzy with your presence and, startled, gave back my too-sudden image. Who knows? Perhaps the same bird echoed through both of us yesterday, separate, in the evening... ↗


— Rainer Maria Rilke


#life

Time for you and time for me, And time yet for a hundred indecisions, And for a hundred visions and revisions, Before the taking of a toast and tea. ↗


— T.S. Eliot


#vision






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