Poetry
Quotes - I like my body when it is with your body
“Far
over the misty mountains cold
To
dungeons deep and caverns old
We
must away ere break of day
To
seek the pale enchanted gold.
The
dwarves of yore made mighty spells,
While
hammers fell like ringing bells
In
places deep, where dark things sleep,
In
hollow halls beneath the fells.
For
ancient king and elvish lord
There
many a gleaming golden hoard
They
shaped and wrought, and light they caught
To
hide in gems on hilt of sword.
On
silver necklaces they strung
The
flowering stars, on crowns they hung
The
dragon-fire, in twisted wire
They
meshed the light of moon and sun.
Far
over the misty mountains cold
To
dungeons deep and caverns old
We
must away, ere break of day,
To
claim our long-forgotten gold.
Goblets
they carved there for themselves
And
harps of gold; where no man delves
There
lay they long, and many a song
Was
sung unheard by men or elves.
The
pines were roaring on the height,
The
wind was moaning in the night.
The
fire was red, it flaming spread;
The
trees like torches blazed with light.
The
bells were ringing in the dale
And
men looked up with faces pale;
The
dragon's ire more fierce than fire
Laid
low their towers and houses frail.
The mountain
smoked beneath the moon;
The
dwarves, they heard the tramp of doom.
They
fled their hall to dying fall
Beneath
his feet, beneath the moon.
Far
over the misty mountains grim
To
dungeons deep and caverns dim
We
must away, ere break of day,
To
win our harps and gold from him!”
―
J.R.R. Tolkien, The Hobbit, or There and Back Again
“Let
me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit
impediments. Love is not love
Which
alters when it alteration finds,
Or
bends with the remover to remove.
O
no, it is an ever-fixed mark
That
looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It
is the star to every wand'ring barque,
Whose
worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Love's
not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within
his bending sickle's compass come;
Love
alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But
bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If
this be error and upon me proved,
I
never writ, nor no man ever loved.”
―
William Shakespeare, Great Sonnets
“i
like my body when it is with your
body.
It is so quite new a thing.
Muscles
better and nerves more.
i
like your body. i like what it does,
i
like its hows. i like to feel the spine
of
your body and its bones, and the trembling
-firm-smooth
ness and which i will
again
and again and again
kiss,
i like kissing this and that of you,
i
like, slowly stroking the, shocking fuzz
of
your electric fur, and what-is-it comes
over
parting flesh ... And eyes big love-crumbs,
and
possibly i like the thrill
of
under me you so quite new.”
―
e.e. cummings
“The
Little Boy and the Old Man
Said
the little boy, "Sometimes I drop my spoon."
Said
the old man, "I do that too."
The
little boy whispered, "I wet my pants."
I do
that too," laughed the little old man.
Said
the little boy, "I often cry."
The
old man nodded, "So do I."
But
worst of all," said the boy, "it seems
Grown-ups
don't pay attention to me."
And
he felt the warmth of a wrinkled old hand.
I
know what you mean," said the little old man.”
―
Shel Silverstein
“Poetry
might be defined as the clear expression of mixed feelings.”
―
W.H. Auden, New Year Letter
“There
is not a particle of life which does not bear poetry within it”
―
Gustave Flaubert
“I
am awaiting
perpetually
and forever
a
renaissance of wonder”
―
Lawrence Ferlinghetti
“My
turn shall also come:
I
sense the spreading of a wing.”
―
Osip Mandelstam, The Selected Poems
“Separation
Your
absence has gone through me
Like
thread through a needle.
Everything
I do is stitched with its color.”
―
W.S. Merwin
“The
Journey
One
day you finally knew
what
you had to do, and began,
though
the voices around you
kept
shouting
their
bad advice --
though
the whole house
began
to tremble
and
you felt the old tug
at
your ankles.
"Mend
my life!"
each
voice cried.
But you
didn't stop.
You
knew what you had to do,
though
the wind pried
with
its stiff fingers
at
the very foundations,
though
their melancholy
was
terrible.
It
was already late
enough,
and a wild night,
and
the road full of fallen
branches
and stones.
But
little by little,
as
you left their voices behind,
the
stars began to burn
through
the sheets of clouds,
and
there was a new voice
which
you slowly
recognized
as your own,
that
kept you company
as
you strode deeper and deeper
into
the world,
determined
to do
the
only thing you could do --
determined
to save
the
only life you could save.”
―
Mary Oliver
“Summer
night--
even
the stars
are
whispering to each other.”
―
Kobayashi Issa
“Lovers
alone wear sunlight.”
―
E.E. Cummings
“Break
a vase, and the love that reassembles the fragments is stronger than that love
which took its symmetry for granted when it was whole.”
―
Derek Walcott
“Do
not go gentle into that good night,
Old
age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage,
rage against the dying of the light.”
―
Dylan Thomas, Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night
“listen:
there’s a hell
of a
good universe next door; let’s go”
―
E.E. Cummings
“Poetry
heals the wounds inflicted by reason.”
―
Novalis
“A
man of my acquaintance once wrote a poem called "The Road Less
Traveled", describing a journey he took through the woods along a path
most travelers never used. The poet found that the road less traveled was
peaceful but quite lonely, and he was probably a bit nervous as he went along,
because if anything happened on the road less traveled, the other travelers
would be on the road more frequently traveled and so couldn't hear him as he
cried for help. Sure enough, that poet is dead.”
―
Lemony Snicket, The Slippery Slope
“Love
consists of this: two solitudes that meet, protect and greet each other. ”
―
Rainer Maria Rilke
