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Quotes About Poetry

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أمل دنقل
“صلاة

أبانا الذي في المباحث . نحن رعاياك باق لك الجبروتُ

وباق لنا الملكوت

وباق لمن تحرس الرهبوت

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تفردت وحدك باليسر . إن اليمين لفي الخسر .

اما اليسار ففي العسر . إلا . الذين يماشون .

إلا الذين يعيشون يحشون بالصحف المشتراة

العيون . . فيعيشون إلا الذين يشون . والا

الذين يوشُّون ياقات قمصانهم برباط السكوت !

تعاليت . ماذا يهمك ممن يذمك ؟ اليوم يومك

يرقى السجين إلا سدة العرش . .

والعرش يصبح سجنا جديدا . . وأنت مكانك : . قد

يتبدل رسمك واسمك . لكن جوهرك الفرد

لا يتحول . الصمت وشمك . والصمت وسْمُكَ

والصمت – حيث إلتفت – يرين ويسمك

والصمت بين خيوط يديك المصبغتين المشبكتين يلف

الفراشة . . . والعنكبوت .

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أبانا الذي في المباحث . كيف تموت .

وأغنية الثورة الأبدية . . .

ليست تموت !؟”
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Philip Larkin
“Morning, noon & bloody night,
Seven sodding days a week,
I slave at filthy WORK, that might
Be done by any book-drunk freak.
This goes on until I kick the bucket.
FUCK IT FUCK IT FUCK IT FUCK IT”
Philip Larkin, Philip Larkin: Letters to Monica

Jeffrey McDaniel
“Hey you, dragging the halo-
how about a holiday in the islands of grief?

Tongue is the word I wish to have with you.
Your eyes are so blue they leak.

Your legs are longer than a prisoner's
last night on death row.
I'm filthier than the coal miner's bathtub
and nastier than the breath of Charles Bukowski.

You're a dirty little windshield.

I'm standing behind you on the subway,
hard as calculus. My breath
be sticking to your neck like graffiti.

I'm sitting opposite you in the bar,
waiting for you to uncross your boundaries.

I want to rip off your logic
and make passionate sense to you.

I want to ride in the swing of your hips.

My fingers will dig in you like quotation marks,
blazing your limbs into parts of speech.

But with me for a lover, you won't need
catastrophes. What attracted me in the first place
will ultimately make me resent you.

I'll start telling you lies,
and my lies will sparkle,
become the bad stars you chart your life by.

I'll stare at other women so blatantly
you'll hear my eyes peeling,

because sex with you is like Great Britain:
cold, groggy, and a little uptight.

Your bed is a big, soft calculator
where my problems multiply.

Your brain is a garage
I park my bullshit in, for free.

You're not really my new girlfriend,
just another flop sequel of the first one,
who was based on the true story of my mother.

You're so ugly I forgot how to spell.

I'll cheat on you like a ninth grade math test,
break your heart just for the sound it makes.

You're the 'this' we need to put an end to.
The more you apologize, the less I forgive you.

So how about it?”
Jeffrey McDaniel

Omar Khayyam
“This world
that was our home
for a brief spell
never brought us anything
but pain and grief;
its a shame that not one of our problems
was ever solved.
We depart
with a thousand regrets
in our hearts.”
Omar Khayyam

Charles Baudelaire
“Do you remember the sight we saw, my soul,
that soft summer morning
round a turning in the path,
the disgusting carcass on a bed scattered with stones,
its legs in the air like a woman in need
burning its wedding poisons
like a fountain with its rhythmic sobs,
I could hear it clearly flowing with a long murmuring sound,
but I touch my body in vain to find the wound.
I am the vampire of my own heart,
one of the great outcasts condemned to eternal laughter
who can no longer smile.
Am I dead?
I must be dead.”
Charles Baudelaire

Ralph Waldo Emerson
“Love what is simple and beautiful.
These are the essentials.”
Ralph Waldo Emerson, The Tao of Emerson the Tao of Emerson

Virginia Woolf
“Green in nature is one thing, green in literature another. Nature and letters seem to have a natural antipathy; bring them together and they tear each other to pieces.”
Virginia Woolf, Orlando

Louis L'Amour
“The Apache don't have a word for love," he said.
"Know what they both say at the marriage? The squaw-taking ceremony?"
"Tell me."
"Varlebena. It means forever. That's all they say.”
Louis L'Amour, Hondo

Edgar Allan Poe
“To Helen

I saw thee once-once only-years ago;
I must not say how many-but not many.
It was a july midnight; and from out
A full-orbed moon, that, like thine own soul, soaring,
Sought a precipitate pathway up through heaven,
There fell a silvery-silken veil of light,
With quietude, and sultriness, and slumber
Upon the upturn'd faces of a thousand
Roses that grew in an enchanted garden,
Where no wind dared to stir, unless on tiptoe-
Fell on the upturn'd faces of these roses
That gave out, in return for the love-light
Thier odorous souls in an ecstatic death-
Fell on the upturn'd faces of these roses
That smiled and died in this parterre, enchanted by thee, by the poetry of thy prescence.

Clad all in white, upon a violet bank
I saw thee half reclining; while the moon
Fell on the upturn'd faces of the roses
And on thine own, upturn'd-alas, in sorrow!

Was it not Fate that, on this july midnight-
Was it not Fate (whose name is also sorrow)
That bade me pause before that garden-gate,
To breathe the incense of those slumbering roses?
No footstep stirred; the hated world all slept,
Save only thee and me. (Oh Heaven- oh, God! How my heart beats in coupling those two worlds!)
Save only thee and me. I paused- I looked-
And in an instant all things disappeared.
(Ah, bear in mind this garden was enchanted!)

The pearly lustre of the moon went out;
The mossy banks and the meandering paths,
The happy flowers and the repining trees,
Were seen no more: the very roses' odors
Died in the arms of the adoring airs.
All- all expired save thee- save less than thou:
Save only the divine light in thine eyes-
Save but the soul in thine uplifted eyes.
I saw but them- they were the world to me.
I saw but them- saw only them for hours-
Saw only them until the moon went down.
What wild heart-histories seemed to lie enwritten
Upon those crystalline, celestial spheres!
How dark a woe! yet how sublime a hope!
How silently serene a sea of pride!
How daring an ambition!yet how deep-
How fathomless a capacity for love!

But now, at length, dear Dian sank from sight,
Into western couch of thunder-cloud;
And thou, a ghost, amid the entombing trees
Didst glide away. Only thine eyes remained.
They would not go- they never yet have gone.
Lighting my lonely pathway home that night,
They have not left me (as my hopes have) since.

They follow me- they lead me through the years.
They are my ministers- yet I thier slave
Thier office is to illumine and enkindle-
My duty, to be saved by thier bright light,
And purified in thier electric fire,
And sanctified in thier Elysian fire.
They fill my soul with Beauty (which is Hope),
And are far up in heaven- the stars I kneel to
In the sad, silent watches of my night;
While even in the meridian glare of day
I see them still- two sweetly scintillant
Venuses, unextinguished by the sun!”
Edgar Allan Poe

Luke Davies
“I will meet you on the nape of your neck one day, on the surface of intention, word becoming act.
We will breathe into each other the high mountain tales, where the snows come from, where the waters begin.”
-In the yellow time of pollen”
Luke Davies

Don Marquis
“Publishing a book of poetry is like dropping a rose petal down the Grand Canyon and waiting for the echo.”
Don Marquis

Wallace Stevens
“The way through the world
Is more difficult to find than the way beyond it.”
Wallace Stevens

Paul Celan
“How you die out in me:

down to the last
worn-out
knot of breath
you're there, with a
splinter
of life.”
Paul Celan, Poems of Paul Celan

Roberto Bolaño
“Only poetry isn't shit.”
Roberto Bolaño

With my ninth mind I resurrect my first and dance slow to the music of
“With my ninth mind I resurrect my first
and dance slow to the music of my soul made new.”
Aberjhani, Visions of a Skylark Dressed in Black

Luís Vaz de Camões
“Times change, as do our wills, What we are - is ever changing; All the world is made of change, And forever attaining new qualities.”
Luís Vaz de Camões, Sonetos de Camões

Lawrence Ferlinghetti
“I am waiting for the war to be fought
which will make the world safe for anarchy”
Lawrence Ferlinghetti, A Coney Island of the Mind

Leonard Nimoy
“Rocket ships
are exciting
but so are roses
on a birthday.”
Leonard Nimoy, Come Be With Me

Vladimir Nabokov
“while the scientist sees everything that happens in one point of space,
the poet feels everything that happens in one point of time.”
Vladimir Nabokov

Jess C. Scott
“The townspeople took the prince for dead
When he never returned with the dragon’s head
When with her, he stayed
She thought he’d be too afraid
But he loved her too much instead.”
Jess C. Scott, Piety, Dragon Poems

George Orwell
“Has it ever occurred to you,' he said, 'that the whole history of English poetry has been de-termined by the fact that the English language lacks rhymes?”
George Orwell, 1984

John Berryman
“These Songs are not meant to be understood, you understand.
They are only meant to terrify & comfort.”
John Berryman, The Dream Songs: Poems

W.H. Auden
“Say this city has ten million souls,
Some are living in mansions, some are living in holes:
Yet there’s no place for us, my dear, yet there’s no place for us.”
W.H. Auden

W.B. Yeats
“Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world”
W.B. Yeats

Stephen Greenblatt
“Poems are difficult to silence.”
Stephen Greenblatt

Brandon Scott Gorrell
“from my chair i can see the street and it seems depressing”
Brandon Scott Gorrell

Richard Wilbur
“Writing poetry is talking to oneself; yet it is a mode of talking to oneself in which the self disappears; and the product's something that, though it may not be for everybody, is about everybody.”
Richard Wilbur

Tanya R. Liverman
“It's not what you go through that makes you strong: it is how you handle the situation that gives you strength.”
Tanya R. Liverman, Journey to Legacy: A Poetic Timeline of My Life

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