#poetry

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

— John Stuart Mill

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Poems are like dreams: in them you put what you don't know you know. ↗

— Adrienne Rich

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However, if a poem can be reduced to a prose sentence, there can't be much to it. ↗

— James Schuyler

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In trying to be perfect, He perfected the art of anonymity, Became imperceptible And arrived nowhere from nowhere. ↗

— Dejan Stojanovic

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Wanted: a needle swift enough to sew this poem into a blanket. ↗

— Charles Simic

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If I am more alive because love burns and chars me, as a fire, given wood or wind, feels new elation, it's that he who lays me low is my salvation, and invigorates the more, the more he scars me. ↗

— Michelangelo Buonarroti

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The urge to write poetry is like having an itch. When the itch becomes annoying enough, you scratch it. ↗

— Robert Penn Warren

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اعرف اننى عندما أقع في الحب سيكون الفصل شتاءاً وستسري في جسدي قشعريرة فلن أدرى أسببها البرد أم كوني معك؟ ↗

— شيرين عادل

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The Little Boy and the Old Man Said the little boy, "Sometimes I drop my spoon." Said the old man, "I do that too." The little boy whispered, "I wet my pants." I do that too," laughed the little old man. Said the little boy, "I often cry." The old man nodded, "So do I." But worst of all," said the boy, "it seems Grown-ups don't pay attention to me." And he felt the warmth of a wrinkled old hand. I know what you mean," said the little old man. ↗

— Shel Silverstein

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Poetry is like a bird, it ignores all frontiers. ↗

— Yevgeny Yevtushenko

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