Poetry
Quotes - To elevate the soul, poetry is necessary
“I
crave your mouth, your voice, your hair.
Silent
and starving, I prowl through the streets.
Bread
does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day
I
hunt for the liquid measure of your steps.”
―
Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets
“I
give you this to take with you:
Nothing
remains as it was. If you know this, you can
begin
again, with pure joy in the uprooting.”
―
Judith Minty, Letters to My Daughters
“I
walked a mile with Pleasure;
She
chatted all the way;
But
left me none the wiser
For
all she had to say.
I
walked a mile with Sorrow;
And
ne’er a word said she;
But,
oh! The things I learned from her,
When
Sorrow walked with me.”
―
Robert Browning Hamilton
“It
is always fatal to have music or poetry interrupted.”
―
George Eliot, Middlemarch
“Time
for you and time for me,
And
time yet for a hundred indecisions,
And
for a hundred visions and revisions,
Before
the taking of a toast and tea.”
―
T.S. Eliot
“That
night when you kissed me, I left a poem in your mouth, and you can hear some of
the lines every time you breathe out.”
―
Andrea Gibson
“To
elevate the soul, poetry is necessary.”
―
Edgar Allan Poe
“In
the Desert
In
the desert
I
saw a creature, naked, bestial,
Who,
squatting upon the ground,
Held
his heart in his hands,
And
ate of it.
I
said, “Is it good, friend?”
“It
is bitter—bitter,” he answered;
“But
I like it
“Because
it is bitter,
“And
because it is my heart.”
―
Stephen Crane, The Black Riders and Other Lines
“You
shall love your crooked neighbour, with your crooked heart.”
―
Wystan Hugh Auden
“Life
is but a day;
A
fragile dew-drop on its perilous way
From
a tree’s summit.”
―
John Keats, The Complete Poems
“Poetry
is the rhythmical creation of beauty in words.”
―
Edgar Allan Poe
“Heard
melodies are sweet, but those unheard
Are
sweeter; therefore, ye soft pipes, play on.”
―
John Keats, The Complete Poems
“I
am terrified by this dark thing
That
sleeps in me;
All
day I feel its soft, feathery turnings, its malignity.”
―
Sylvia Plath, Ariel
“To
love is good, too: love being difficult. For one human being to love another:
that is perhaps the most difficult of all our tasks, the ultimate, the last
test and proof, the work for which all other work is but preparation...Love is
a high inducement to the individual to ripen, to become something in himself,
to become world for himself for another's sake, it is a great exacting claim
upon him, something that chooses him out and calls him to vast things.”
―
Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet
“If
we surrendered
to
earth's intelligence
we
could rise up rooted, like trees.”
―
Rainer Maria Rilke, Rilke's Book of Hours: Love Poems to God
“You
will hear thunder and remember me,
And
think: she wanted storms. The rim
Of
the sky will be the colour of hard crimson,
And
your heart, as it was then, will be on fire.”
―
Anna Akhmatova, The Complete Poems of Anna Akhmatova
“Out
beyond ideas of wrongdoing
and
rightdoing there is a field.
I'll
meet you there.”
―
Rumi
“Poetry
is a life-cherishing force. For poems are not words, after all, but fires for
the cold, ropes let down to the lost, something as necessary as bread in the
pockets of the hungry.”
―
Mary Oliver, A Poetry Handbook
“Five
minutes are enough to dream a whole life, that is how relative time is.”
―
Mario Benedetti
“All
this time
I
drank you like the cure when maybe
you
were the poison.”
―
Clementine von Radics
“One
need not be a chamber to be haunted.”
― Emily
Dickinson, The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson
“Lovers
find secret places
inside
this violent world
where
they make transactions
with
beauty.”
―
Rumi
“Sometimes
I sit alone under the stars and think of the galaxies inside my heart and truly
wonder if anyone will ever want to make sense of all that I am”
―
Christopher Poindexter
“So
dawn goes down today... Nothing gold can stay.
--
Robert Frost”
―
John Green, The Fault in Our Stars
"Love,
which quickly arrests the gentle heart,
Seized
him with my beautiful form
That
was taken from me, in a manner which still grieves me.
Love,
which pardons no beloved from loving,
took
me so strongly with delight in him
That,
as you see, it still abandons me not...”
―
Dante Alighieri, Inferno
“Poetry
is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings: it takes its origin from
emotion recollected in tranquility.”
―
William Wordsworth, Lyrical Ballads
“To
hear never-heard sounds,
To
see never-seen colors and shapes,
To
try to understand the imperceptible
Power
pervading the world;
To
fly and find pure ethereal substances
That
are not of matter
But
of that invisible soul pervading reality.
To
hear another soul and to whisper to another soul;
To
be a lantern in the darkness
Or
an umbrella in a stormy day;
To
feel much more than know.
To
be the eyes of an eagle, slope of a mountain;
To
be a wave understanding the influence of the moon;
To
be a tree and read the memory of the leaves;
To
be an insignificant pedestrian on the streets
Of
crazy cities watching, watching, and watching.
To
be a smile on the face of a woman
And
shine in her memory
As
a moment saved without planning.”
―
Dejan Stojanovic
