#poetry

...It's not that the worm forgives the plough; it gives it no mind. (Pain occurs, in passing.) (lines 37-39 in the poem 'Fantasia on a Theme from IKEA') ↗

— Philip Gross

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...the winter is kind and leaves red berries on the boughs for hungry sparrows... ↗

— John Geddes

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I have been used to consider poetry as the food of love ↗

— Jane Austen

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Always open, to risk and danger, to fun and laughter; to let in life and let out love. ↗

— Dave Preston

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...I want to live doubly - first with you and then afterwards in memory ... ↗

— John Geddes

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Mother (fragment) ...You asked me if I would be sad when it happened and I am sad. But the iris I moved from your house now hold in the dusty dry fists of their roots green knives and forks as if waiting for dinner, as if spring were a feast. I thank you for that. Were it not for the way you taught me to look at the world, to see the life at play in everything, I would have to be lonely forever. ↗

— Ted Kooser

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Since poetry deals with the singular, not the general, it cannot - if it is good poetry - look at things of this earth other than as colorful, variegated, and exciting, and so, it cannot reduce life, with all its pain, horror, suffering, and ecstasy, to a unified tonality of boredom and complaint. By necessity poetry is therefore on the side of being and against nothingness. ↗

— Czesław Miłosz

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poems are small moments of enlightenment ↗

— Natalie Goldberg

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Poetry is the whispering of a truth by the shouting of the best possible lies ↗

— Oscar Sparrow

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I've never been able to write poetry without having vast tracts of dead time. Poetry requires a certain kind of disciplined indolence that the world, including many prose writers, doesn't recognize as discipline. It is, though. It's the discipline to endure hours that you refuse to fill with anything but the possibility of poetry, though you may in fact not be able to write a word of it just then, and though it may be playing practical havoc with your life. It's the discipline of preparedness. ↗

— Christian Wiman

#life