#poetry

if i or anybody don't know where it her his my next meal's coming from i say to hell with that that doesn't matter (and if he she it or everybody gets a bellyful without lifting my finger i say to hell with that i say that doesn't matter) but if somebody or you are beautiful or deep or generous what i say is whistle that sing that yell that spell that out big (bigger than cosmic rays w ar earthquakes famine or the ex prince of whoses diving into a whatses to rescue miss nobody's probably handbag) because i say that's not swell (get me) babe not (understand me) lousy kid that's something else my sweet (i feel that's true) ↗

— E.E. Cummings

#beauty

Beauty crowds me till I die, Beauty, mercy have on me! But if I expire today, Let it be in sight of thee ↗

— Emily Dickinson

#poetry #beauty

The greatness of poetry comes from its struggle to express the rapture of the soul in the contemplation of beauty. ↗

— Anthony S. Maulucci

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Sleeping Wrestler You are a murderer No you are not, but really a wrestler Either way it's just the same For from the ring of your entangled body Clean as leather, lustful as a lily Will nail me down On your stout neck like a column, like a pillar of tendons The thoughtful forehead (In fact, it's thinking nothing) When the forehead slowly moves and closes the heavy eyelids Inside, a dark forest awakens A forest of red parrots Seven almonds and grape leaves At the end of the forest a vine Covers the house where two boys Lie in each others arms: I'm one of them, you the other In the house, melancholy and terrible anxiety Outside the keyhole, a sunset Dyed with the blood of the beautiful bullfighter Escamillo Scorched by the sunset, headlong, headfirst Falling, falling, a gymnast If you're going to open your eyes, nows the time, wrestler ↗

— Mutsuo Takahashi

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Glasses frame the beauty of a lady's eyes. ↗

— Jimmie A. Kepler

#poetry #poetry-of-life #beauty

Voll Blüten steht der Pfirsichbaum nicht jede wächst zur Frucht sie schimmern hell wie Rosenschaum durch Blau und Wolkenflucht. Wie Blüten geh'n Gedanken auf hundert an jedem Tag -- lass' blühen, lass' dem Ding den Lauf frag' nicht nach dem Ertrag! Es muss auch Spiel und Unschuld sein und Blütenüberfluss sonst wär' die Welt uns viel zu klein und Leben kein Genuss. ↗

— Hermann Hesse

#beauty #blossoms #enjoyment #growth #ideas

The poet is the sayer, the namer, and represents beauty. ↗

— Ralph Waldo Emerson

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Friend who has fired the kingfishers and flamed the dragonflies – they catch your light however they move and beam it out of their eyes. ↗

— Bryana Johnson

#christ #free-verse #gerard-manley-hopkins #poetry #the-image

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

— Dejan Stojanovic

#dejan-stojanovic #good-taste #literature #literature-quotes #poetry

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