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#poetry

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People who read poetry, for example, like the feel, the heft and the smell of a book. ↗


— Simon Armitage


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My friend, you thought you lost Him; that all your life you've been separated from Him. Filled with wonder, you've always looked outside for Him, and haven't searched within your own house. ↗


— Rumi


#poetry #life

Poetry; a criticism of life under the conditions fixed for such a criticism by the laws of poetic truth and poetic beauty. ↗


— Matthew Arnold


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Poets are shameless with their experiences: they exploit them. ↗


— Friedrich Nietzsche


#poetry #poets #experience

Reality only reveals itself when it is illuminated by a ray of poetry. ↗


— Georges Braque


#itself #only #poetry #ray #reality

The cliche is dead poetry. ↗


— Gerald Brenan


#dead #poetry

Poetry is the one place where people can speak their original human mind. It is the outlet for people to say in public what is known in private. ↗


— Allen Ginsberg


#human mind #known #mind #original #outlet

The campus, an academy of trees, under which some hand, the wind's I guess, had scattered the pale light of thousands of spring beauties, petals stained with pink veins; secret, blooming for themselves. We sat among them. Your long fingers, thin body, and long bones of improbable genius; some scattered gene as Kafka must have had. Your deep voice, this passing dust of miracles. That simple that was myself, half conscious, as though each moment was a page where words appeared; the bent hammer of the type struck against the moving ribbon. The light air, the restless leaves; the ripple of time warped by our longing. There, as if we were painted by some unknown impressionist. ↗


— Ruth Stone


#nostalgia #poetry #beauty

The pure playfulness of certain wholly whimsical portions of (Charles) Cros’s work should not obscure the fact that at the center of some of his most beautiful poems a revolver is leveled straight at us. ↗


— André Breton


#poets #beauty

They mutilate they torment each other with silences with words as if they had another life to live they do so as if they had forgotten that their bodies are inclined to death that the insides of men easily break down ruthless with each other they are weaker than plants and animals they can be killed by a word by a smile by a look ↗


— Tadeusz Różewicz


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