#try

To do something very common, in my own way. ↗

— Adrienne Rich

#poetry-quotes

The world is always open, Waiting to be discovered. ↗

— Dejan Stojanovic

#dejan-stojanovic #discovery #literature #literature-quotes #open

They miss the whisper that runs any day in your mind, "Who are you really, wanderer?"-- and the answer you have to give no matter how dark and cold the world around you is: "Maybe I'm a king. ↗

— William Stafford

#king #poetry #wanderer #poetry-quotes

The individual has always had to struggle to keep from being overwhelmed by the tribe. If you try it, you will be lonely often, and sometimes frightened. But no price is too high to pay for the privilege of owning yourself. ↗

— Friedrich Nietzsche

#being #being overwhelmed #frightened #had #high

Come away, O human child! To the waters and the wild With a faery, hand in hand, For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand. ↗

— W.B. Yeats

#fairies #fantasy #loss-of-innocence #poetry #sorrow

I am awaiting perpetually and forever a renaissance of wonder ↗

— Lawrence Ferlinghetti

#wonder

L'art Green arsenic smeared on an egg-white cloth, Crushed strawberries! Come, let us feast our eyes. ↗

— Ezra Pound

#art

Only the very weak-minded refuse to be influenced by literature and poetry. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#literature #philosphy #poetry #reading #read

A poem begins with a lump in the throat; a homesickness or a lovesickness. It is a reaching-out toward expression; an effort to find fulfillment. A complete poem is one where an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words. ↗

— Robert Frost

#writing #effort

She Was A Phantom of Delight She was a Phantom of delight When first she gleam'd upon my sight; A lovely Apparition, sent To be a moment's ornament: Her eyes as stars of twilight fair; Like twilight's, too, her dusky hair; But all things else about her drawn From May-time and the cheerful dawn; A dancing shape, an image gay, To haunt, to startle, and waylay. I saw her upon nearer view, A Spirit, yet a Woman too! Her household motions light and free, And steps of virgin liberty; A countenance in which did meet Sweet records, promises as sweet; A creature not too bright or good For human nature's daily food, For transient sorrows, simple wiles, Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears, and smiles. And now I see with eye serene The very pulse of the machine; A being breathing thoughtful breath, A traveller between life and death: The reason firm, the temperate will, Endurance, foresight, strength, and skill; A perfect Woman, nobly plann'd To warn, to comfort, and command; And yet a Spirit still, and bright With something of an angel light. ↗

— William Wordsworth

#women #death