#poetry

Whatever the imagination seizes as Beauty must be truth -whether it existed before or not ↗

— John Keats

#beauty #poetry #art

this is thy hour o soul, thy free flight into the wordless, away from books, away from art, the day erased, the lesson done, thee fully forth emerging, silent, gazing, pondering the themes thou lovest best, night, sleep, death and the stars. ↗

— Walt Whitman

#art

Does something which exists on the edge have no true relevance to the stable center, or does it, by being on the edge, become a part of the edge and thus a part of the boundary, the definition which gives the whole its shape? ↗

— Lucy Grealy

#poetry #art

you will never catch up. Walk around feeling like a leaf know you could tumble at any second. Then decide what to do with your time. --The Art of Disappearing ↗

— Naomi Shihab Nye

#art

Poetry is the art of saying what you mean but disguising it. ↗

— Diane Wakoski

#disguise #poetry #art

Forge your iron; shape it by force, not into a flower you already know but into what can also be a flower if you think it is and it is so. ↗

— João Cabral de Melo Neto

#iron-forging #originality #poetry #art

My art unkind, my energy all gone blind;The limbs uneven, the face shallower,Because those who I see are not seen,Those who see me are rude indeed. So blow, blow dear winter, just blow along me! ↗

— Santosh Kalwar

#art

The emotion of art is impersonal. And the poet cannot reach this impersonality without surrendering himself wholly to the work to be done. And he is not likely to know what is to be done unless he lives in what is not merely the present, but the present moment of the past, unless he is conscious, not of what is dead, but of what is already living. ↗

— T.S. Eliot

#emotion #essay #expression #poetry #talent

Don't ask me what it means; ask me how it felt. ↗

— Jill Telford

#poems #poetry #self-publishing #art

Don't ask me what it means; ask me what it felt. ↗

— Jill Telford

#poems #poetry #art