#poetry

[Fiction and poetry] are medicines, they're doses, and they heal the rupture that reality makes on the imagination. ↗

— Jeanette Winterson

#fiction #poems #poetry #reading #imagination

I fancied my luck to be witnessing yet another full moon. True, I’d seen hundreds of full moons in my life, but they were not limitless. When one starts thinking of the full moon as a common sight that will come again to one’s eyes ad-infinitum, the value of life is diminished and life goes by uncherished. ‘This may be my last moon,’ I sighed, feeling a sudden sweep of sorrow; and went back to reading more of The Odyssey. ↗

— Roman Payne

#homer #life #moon #nature #poetry

Que les poètes morts laissent la place aux autres. Et nous pourrions tout de même voir que c'est notre vénération devant ce qui a été déjà fait, si beau et si valable que ce soit, qui nous pétrifie, qui nous stabilise et nous empêche de prendre contact avec la force qui est dessous, que l'on appelle l'énergie pensante, la force vitale, le déterminisme des échanges, les menstrues de la lune ou tout ce qu'on voudra. ↗

— Antonin Artaud

#essay #french #inspiration #inspirational #poetry

The one who pulls the puppet strings knows fairytales can heal. ↗

— Sally Odgers

#poetry #stories #writing #inspirational

Ko hodiš, pojdi zmeraj do konca. Spomladi do rožne cvetice, poleti do zrele pšenice, jeseni do polne police, pozimi do snežne kraljice, v knjigi do zadnje vrstice, v življenju do prave resnice, v sebi do rdečice čez eno in drugo lice. A če ne prideš ne prvič, ne drugič do krova in pravega kova poskusi: vnovič in zopet in znova. ↗

— Tone Pavček

#poetry #tone-pavček #inspirational

The robin brushes me at dusk. Our good bones fail. We leave no mark. His voice, she writes, was clear and quiet. I hear him singing in the dark. (“Edward Thomas’ Daughter”) ↗

— Alison Brackenbury

#inspirational #poetry #inspirational

Here with a Loaf of Bread beneath the Bough, A Flask of Wine, a Book of Verse - and Thou Beside me singing in the Wilderness - And Wilderness is Paradise enow. ↗

— Omar Khayyám

#companionship #life #love #paradise #poetry

Any hand can condem, but it takes a helping hand to build. ↗

— Nate Spears

#nate-spears #passage #poet #poetry #quote

some men never die and some men never live but we're all alive tonight. ↗

— Charles Bukowski

#life #poetry #death

Here's how I used to think you made a book: a poet comes along, mouth half open, inspired, then suddenly the idiot bursts into song - fancy that! ↗

— Vladimir Mayakovsky

#russian-poetry #inspirational