#poetry

Gains for all our losses There are gains for all our losses There are balms for all our pains But when youth the dream departs It takes some thing from our hearts And never comes again We are stronger and are better Under manhood’s sterner reign Still we feel that some thing sweet Followed youth with flying feet And will never come again. Some thing beautiful has vanished And we sigh for it in vain We behold it every where---- On the earth and in the air---- But it never comes again. ↗

— R.H. Stoddard

#poetry #beauty

I am awaiting perpetually and forever a renaissance of wonder ↗

— Lawrence Ferlinghetti

#wonder

In pale moonlight / the wisteria's scent / comes from far away. ↗

— Yosa Buson

#meditations #observation #perception #poetry #zen

Anon, who wrote so many poems without signing them, was often a woman. ↗

— Virginia Woolf

#poetry #woman #woman

L'art Green arsenic smeared on an egg-white cloth, Crushed strawberries! Come, let us feast our eyes. ↗

— Ezra Pound

#art

Poetry might be defined as the clear expression of mixed feelings. ↗

— W.H. Auden

#feeling

Live not for Battles Won. Live not for The-End-of-the-Song. Live in the along. ↗

— Gwendolyn Brooks

#living #poetry #end

Only the very weak-minded refuse to be influenced by literature and poetry. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#literature #philosphy #poetry #reading #read

I discover myself on the verge of a usual mistake. ↗

— Walt Whitman

#mistakes

A poem begins with a lump in the throat; a homesickness or a lovesickness. It is a reaching-out toward expression; an effort to find fulfillment. A complete poem is one where an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words. ↗

— Robert Frost

#writing #effort