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twice I have lived forever in a smile ↗


— E.E. Cummings


#love #poetry #smiling #love

Women Are Not Roses Women have no beginning only continual flows. Though rivers flow women are not rivers. Women are not roses they are not oceans or stars. i would like to tell her this but i think she already knows. ↗


— Ana Castillo


#poetry #roses #strength #beauty

You shall create beauty not to excite the senses but to give sustenance to the soul. ↗


— Gabriela Mistral


#poetry #beauty

Poetry is a rich, full-bodied whistle, cracked ice crunching in pails, the night that numbs the leaf, the duel of two nightingales, the sweet pea that has run wild, Creation's tears in shoulder blades. ↗


— Boris Pasternak


#poetry #beauty

Poets are damned… but see with the eyes of angels. ↗


— Allen Ginsberg


#beauty #eyes #hope #perspective #poetry

Oh! kangaroos, sequins, chocolate sodas! / You really are beautiful! Pearls, / harmonicas, jujubes, aspirins! ↗


— Frank O'Hara


#beauty

There are more of us than you think. ↗


— Kami Garcia


#interesting #mystry #thoughtful #beauty

Poetry is a mirror which makes beautiful that which is distorted ↗


— Percy Bysshe Shelley


#distortion #poetry #beauty

If I could have made the change sooner I daresay I should never have given a thought to the literary delights of Paris or London; for life in the country is the only state which has always completely satisfied me, and I had never been allowed to gratify it, even for a few weeks at a time. Now I was to know the joys of six or seven months a year among fields and woods of my own, and the childish ecstasy of that first spring outing at Mamaroneck swept away all restlessness in the deep joy of communion with the earth. ↗


— Edith Wharton


#nature #change

A poem was a box for your soul. That was the point. It was the place where you could save bits of yourself, and shake out your darkest feelings, without worrying that people would think you were strange. While I was writing, I would forget myself and everyone else; poetry made me feel part of something noble and beautiful and bigger than me. [...] I slid them under the carpet as soon as they were done, all the images and rhymes wrestled into place. By the time I had copied them out, I found I had memorized every line. Then they would surprise me by surging through me, like songs I knew by heart. ↗


— Andrea Ashworth


#writing #beauty






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