#poetry

Forgive me, joy, if I blasphemed you before I learned to love. ↗

— Milan Rúfus

#forgiveness

Lifes like a painters palette, just when you've got everything worked out the colours change ↗

— Benny Bellamacina

#philosophical #philosophy #poetry #wisdom #wisdom-quote

You mean you're comparing our lives to a sonnet? A strict form, but freedom within it? Yes. Mrs. Whatsit said. You're given the form, but you have to write the sonnet yourself. What you say is completely up to you. ↗

— Madeleine L'Engle

#freedom

Think of what starlight And lamplight would lack Diamonds and fireflies If they couldn’t lean against Black. . . . ↗

— Mary O'Neill

#book #color #inspiration #mary #o-neill

Prose talks and poetry sings. ↗

— Franz Grillparzer

#prose #sings #talks

IMPROVIDENCE The other lives I might have led All now might as well be Dead. Survived by no one. Barren, without issue of any sort: This withered bud, failed In art and love. With no time left To change my course. But time enough for infinite remorse. ↗

— John Tottenham

#poetry #change

For poetry and I are one To separate is to decapitate For my poetry is forever. ↗

— Kerry D. Brackett

#african-american-authors #inspirational #poetry #inspirational

Spring is like a perhaps hand Spring is like a perhaps hand (which comes carefully out of Nowhere)arranging a window,into which people look(while people stare arranging and changing placing carefully there a strange thing and a known thing here)and changing everything carefully spring is like a perhaps Hand in a window (carefully to and fro moving New and Old things,while people stare carefully moving a perhaps fraction of flower here placing an inch of air there)and without breaking anything. ↗

— E.E. Cummings

#change

A few weeks later, in the wood, I came across Miss Riding Hood. But what a change! No cloak of red, No silly hood upon her head. She said, 'Hello, and do please note My lovely furry wolfskin coat. ↗

— Roald Dahl

#red-riding-hood-and-the-wolf #change

Χόρεψε πάνω στο φτερό του καρχαρία/ παίξε τον άνεμο στη γλώσσα σου και πέρνα. (Από το ποίημα "Γυναίκα" ) ↗

— Νίκος Καββαδίας

#poetry #sea #strength #δύναμη #θάλασσα