Quotes Tagged "poetry"

Poetry destroyed? Genius banished? No! Mediocrity, no: do not let envy prompt you to the thought. No; they not only live, but reign, and redeem: and without their divine influence spread everywhere, you would be in hell--the hell of your own meanness.

الفارس لا تنتظري أن يبتسم العابس فالفارس ليس الفارس مدي بإنائك عبر السلك الشائك وأسقيه من مائك مدي طرف ردائك حتي يصنع منه للقلب ضمادا وبسد شقوق البرد القارس ويرد البرد القارس تتوالي كل فصول العام علي القلب الباكي لم يستروح عبر الأشواك سوي رؤياك فعيناك ، الفردوسان : هما الفصل الخامس عيناك هما أخر نهر يسقيه أخر بيت يؤويه أخر زاد في التيه أخر عراف يستفتيه أريحيه أريحيه علي الحجر البارد كي يرتاح قليلا فلقد سار طويلا وقفي كملاك الحب الحارس وقفي حتي لا يفجئه الموت قفي كملاك الحب الحارس

It’s easier for me to make sense of it that way than it is for me to face the other way—reality. And yet, those evil spirits that were unleashed—be they fake entities from a stupid carnival ride, or cruel malevolencies from dark spiritual chasms of our universe—have stayed with me all these years

Music straightjackets a poem and prevents it from breathing on its own, whereas it liberates a lyric. Poetry doesn't need music; lyrics do.

Dying is a universe of its own. 

Voll Blüten steht der Pfirsichbaum nicht jede wächst zur Frucht sie schimmern hell wie Rosenschaum durch Blau und Wolkenflucht. Wie Blüten geh'n Gedanken auf hundert an jedem Tag -- lass' blühen, lass' dem Ding den Lauf frag' nicht nach dem Ertrag! Es muss auch Spiel und Unschuld sein und Blütenüberfluss sonst wär' die Welt uns viel zu klein und Leben kein Genuss.

The heart's actions are neither the sentence nor its reprieve. Salt hay and thistles, above the cold granite. One bird singing back to another because it can't not.

No one can usurp the heights... But those to whom the miseries of the world Are misery, and will not let them rest.

It is not metres, but a metre-making argument that makes a poem,—a thought so passionate and alive that like the spirit of a plant or an animal it has an architecture of its own, and adorns nature with a new thing. The thought and the form are equal in the order of time, but in the order of genesis the thought is prior to the form.

Once upon a time, son, they used to laugh with their hearts and laugh with their eyes; but now they only laugh with their teeth, while their ice-block-cold eyes search behind my shadow. There was a time indeed they used to shake hands with their hearts; but that’s gone, son. Now they shake hands without hearts while their left hands search my empty pockets.

... in the world, it will be women, mostly colored and poor. women will have to bury children, and support themselves through grief.

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

How do you know you're a girl? I'm wearing a frock. And if you take it off? I get cold, so I put it back on. If I was a boy, I don't know what I'd do.

The subtleties of the mind cannot be transmitted in words, but can be seen in words.

I say every dog looks like no other but that isn't true. Not entirely. Difference is slippery.

The talked about their messed-up, dysfunctional families, carefully respecting boundaries, never probing too deep in any one sitting. And they always ended up laughing. Even when the subject matter was intense or macabre, Henry’s sick and twisted and often politically incorrect sense of humor was infectious…Gloria laughed more in these first weeks at Oxford then she remembered laughing almost anywhere.

For it has come about, by the wise economy of nature, that our modern spirit can almost dispense with language; the commonest expressions do, since no expressions do; hence the most ordinary conversation is often the most poetic, and the most poetic is precisely that which cannot be written down.

Alma: ¿Dónde está el oro aquel que viste? Todo ha cambiado cuando estuvo enfrente; mis ojos tocan realidad tan triste que digo: es el presente.

I'm Artistry through Fluent and Flowing Poetry in Motion and I'm Letting it Flow.....

Don’t forget to collect the memories on your journey. Remember, if you only focus on your destination, you will miss out on the benefits of the journey.