#poetry

To leave out beautiful sunsets is the secret of good taste. ↗

— Dejan Stojanovic

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Beauty is a cheap word, but beauty remains priceless. ↗

— Dejan Stojanovic

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In this world things are beautiful only because they are not quite seen, or not perfectly understood. Poetry is precious chiefly because it suggests more than it declares. ↗

— Anthony Trollope

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...I wish I could tell the tale of your beauty as my rough hands caress your face... ↗

— John Geddes

#love #poetry #beauty

(sinä olet) kaunein kaikista tähdistä ↗

— Sappho

#love #poetry #beauty

Percy and Books Percy does not like it when I read a book. He puts his face over the top of it, and moans. He rolls his eyes, sometimes he sneezes. The sun is up, he says, and the wind is down. The tide is out, and the neighbor's dogs are playing. But Percy, I say, Ideas! The elegance of language! The insights, the funniness, the beautiful stories that rise and fall and turn into strength, or courage. Books? says Percy. I ate one once, and it was not enough. Let's go. ↗

— Mary Oliver

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it’s not necessarily helpful to talk about poetry as if it were a device to be assembled or a religious experience to be undergone. Rather, it would be useful to talk about poetry as if it were, for example, Belgium ↗

— David Orr

#beauty

When from our better selves we have too long Been parted by the hurrying world, and droop, Sick of its business, of its pleasures tired, How gracious, how benign, is Solitude ↗

— William Wordsworth

#solitude #business

Poetry is nobody’s business except the poet’s, and everybody else can fuck off. ↗

— Philip Larkin

#business

It was language I loved, not meaning. I liked poetry better when I wasn't sure what it meant. Eliot has said that the meaning of the poem is provided to keep the mind busy while the poem gets on with its work -- like the bone thrown to the dog by the robber so he can get on with his work. . . . Is beauty a reminder of something we once knew, with poetry one of its vehicles? Does it give us a brief vision of that 'rarely glimpsed bright face behind/ the apparency of things'? Here, I suppose, we ought to try the impossible task of defining poetry. No one definition will do. But I must admit to a liking for the words of Thomas Fuller, who said: 'Poetry is a dangerous honey. I advise thee only to taste it with the Tip of thy finger and not to live upon it. If thou do'st, it will disorder thy Head and give thee dangerous Vertigos. ↗

— P.K. Page

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