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i carry your heart with me(i carry it in my heart) ↗

— E.E. Cummings

#poetry #love

My candle burns at both ends; It will not last the night; But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends— It gives a lovely light! ↗

— Edna St. Vincent Millay

#poetry #zeal #love

I know you're tired but come, this is the way. ↗

— Rumi

#love #poetry #rumi #spiritual #sufi

The heart can think of no devotion Greater than being shore to the ocean- Holding the curve of one position, Counting an endless repetition. ↗

— Robert Frost

#love #poetry #love

some moments are nice, some are nicer, some are even worth writing about. ↗

— Charles Bukowski

#love #moments #nice #poetry #war-all-the-time

Into the darkness they go, the wise and the lovely. ↗

— Edna St. Vincent Millay

#metaphor #poetry #wisdom #love

Love After Love The time will come when, with elation you will greet yourself arriving at your own door, in your own mirror and each will smile at the other's welcome, and say, sit here. Eat. You will love again the stranger who was your self. Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart to itself, to the stranger who has loved you all your life, whom you ignored for another, who knows you by heart. Take down the love letters from the bookshelf, the photographs, the desperate notes, peel your own image from the mirror. Sit. Feast on your life. ↗

— Derek Walcott

#poetry #self #life

O stand, stand at the window As the tears scald and start; You shall love your crooked neighbour With your crooked heart. ↗

— W.H. Auden

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My heart born naked was swaddled in lullabies. Later alone it wore poems for clothes. Like a shirt I carried on my back the poetry I had read. So I lived for half a century until wordlessly we met. From my shirt on the back of the chair I learn tonight how many years of learning by heart I waited for you. ↗

— John Berger

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You do not know how much they mean to me, my friends, And how, how rare and strange it is, to find In a life composed so much, so much of odds and ends, (For indeed I do not love it ... you knew? you are not blind! How keen you are!) To find a friend who has these qualities, Who has, and gives Those qualities upon which friendship lives. How much it means that I say this to you- Without these friendships-life, what cauchemar! ↗

— T.S. Eliot

#poetry #friendship