#poetry

How does the ordinary person come to the transcendent? For a start, I would say, study poetry. Learn how to read a poem. You need not have the experience to get the message, or at least some indication of the message. It may come gradually. (92) ↗

— Joseph Campbell

#transcendence #art

To read a poem is to hear it with our eyes; to hear it is to see it with our ears. ↗

— Octavio Paz

#ears #eyes #hear #our #poem

The best ideas will eat at you for days, maybe even weeks, until something, some incident, some impulse, triggers you to finally express them. ↗

— Criss Jami

#contemplation #creativity #days #eat #expression

Different lifestory but with a same lovestory They mey once by serendipity Smiled at each other but totally stranger ↗

— patrick cruz

#poetry-love #art

Those who are willing to be vulnerable move among mysteries. ↗

— Theodore Roethke

#poetry #life

A book is sent out into the world, and there is no way of fully anticipating the responses it will elicit. Consider the responses called forth by the Bible, Homer, Shakespeare - let alone contemporary poetry or a modern novel. ↗

— Chaim Potok

#anticipating #bible #book #called #consider

To whom shall I offer this book, young and sprightly, Neat, polished, wide-margined, and finished politely? To you, my Cornelius, whose learning pedantic, Has dared to set forth in three volumes gigantic The history of ages—ye gods, what a labor!— And still to enjoy the small wit of a neighbor. A man who can be light and learned at once, sir, By life's subtle logic is far from a dunce, sir. So take my small book—if it meet with your favor. The passing of years cannot dull its sweet savor. ↗

— Catullus

#poetry #age

I believe in spectacles, but I think eyes necessary too. ↗

— John Stuart Mill

#poetry #science #science

SOWING LIGHTNING Seize Bolts of lightning from the sky And plant them in fields of life. They will grow like tender sprouts of fire. Charge somber thoughts With unexpected flash, You, my lightning in the soil! ↗

— Visar Zhiti

#creativity #lightning #poetry #art

Secure in his flight Rider on the constant winds Hawk flies through his days Looks then to the east Prompted by fate’s gentle breeze Changes his intent Fate’s gentle breezes Move the mighty heart to change Destiny remade ↗

— Steve Robison

#inspirational #poem #poetry #change