#poetry

With your goal you make the one. ↗

— Dejan Stojanovic

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Procreation annihilates eternity. ↗

— Dejan Stojanovic

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Although personal calling I sense, Who am I? even if I am, I don't know. ↗

— Dejan Stojanovic

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Everything and nothing are the same in the Absolute. ↗

— Dejan Stojanovic

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The game itself is bigger than the winning. ↗

— Dejan Stojanovic

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Serious affairs and history are carefully laid snares for the uninformed. ↗

— Dejan Stojanovic

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The Girl With Many Eyes One day in the park I had quite a surprise. I met a girl who had many eyes. She was really quite pretty (and also quite shocking!) and I noticed she had a mouth, so we ended up talking. We talked about flowers, and her poetry classes, and the problems she'd have if she ever wore glasses. It's great to know a girl who has so many eyes, but you really get wet when she breaks down and cries. ↗

— Tim Burton

#poetry #breaking-up

She does not love you. Your metaphors thrill her you are her poet. But that's all there's to it. ↗

— Mahmoud Darwish

#poetry #love

A Short Testament Whatever harm I may have done In all my life in all your wide creation If I cannot repair it I beg you to repair it, And then there are all the wounded The poor the deaf the lonely and the old Whom I have roughly dismissed As if I were not one of them. Where I have wronged them by it And cannot make amends I ask you To comfort them to overflowing, And where there are lives I may have withered around me, Or lives of strangers far or near That I've destroyed in blind complicity, And if I cannot find them Or have no way to serve them, Remember them. I beg you to remember them When winter is over And all your unimaginable promises Burst into song on death's bare branches. ↗

— Anne Porter

#god #life #poetry #death

Here, Earth-born, over the lilt of the water, Lisping its music and bearing a burden of light, Bosoming day as a laughing and radiant daughter… Here we may whisper unheard, unafraid of the night. Walking alone…was it splendor, or what, we were bound with? Deep in the time when summer lets down her hair? Shadows we loved and the patterns they covered the ground with Tapestries, mystical, faint in the breathless air. ↗

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

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