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“Poetry is the way I fuck you when you're gone.”
― nicola cayless

“Facerea lumii

Şi a fost seară.
Şi a fost dimineaţă.
Dar asta a fost demult.
Şi o singură dată.”
― Ion Mureşan, Cartea Alcool

“To be nobody but
yourself in a world
which is doing its best day and night to make you like
everybody else means to fight the hardest battle
which any human being can fight and never stop fighting.”
― E.E. Cummings

“What is that you express in your eyes? It seems to me more than all the print I have read in my life.”
― Walt Whitman

“Always be a poet, even in prose.”
― Charles Baudelaire

“Poetry is what gets lost in translation.”
― Robert Frost

“...and then, I have nature and art and poetry, and if that is not enough, what is enough?”
― Vincent Willem van Gogh

“We don't see things as they are, we see them as we are.”
― Anaïs Nin

“- N-ai dormit?
- Nu.
- Ce-ai făcut?
- Te-am iubit.”
― Radu Tudoran, Fiul risipitor

“You should always be trying to write a poem you are unable to write, a poem you lack the technique, the language, the courage to achieve. Otherwise you're merely imitating yourself, going nowhere, because that's always easiest.”
― John Berryman

“We must travel in the direction of our fear.”
― John Berryman

“We have reason to be afraid. This is a terrible place.”
― John Berryman

“Them lady poets must not marry, pal.”
― John Berryman, The Dream Songs

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

“something has been said for sobriety but very little.”
― John Berryman

“There is no such thing as Freedom (though it is the most important condition of human life, after Humility, -which does not exist either). There is only Slavery (walls around one) and absence-of-Slavery (ability to walk in any direction, or to remain still).”
― John Berryman, Recovery

“Them lady poets must not marry, pal . . . It is a true error to marry with poets / or to be by them.”
― John Berryman, The Dream Songs

“That is our ‘pointed task. Love & die.”
― John Berryman

“I cry. Evil dissolves, and love, like foam;
that love. Prattle of children powers me home,
my heart claps like the swan’s
under a frenzy of who love me and who shine.”
― John Berryman

“Listen, for poets are feigned to lie, and I
For you a liar am a thousand times . . . .”
― John Berryman, The Dream Songs

“However things hurt, men hurt worse.”
― John Berryman, 77 Dream Songs

“If the poems
please you more than my lips,
I will never give you another kiss.”
― Juan Ramón Jiménez

“Come sleep with me: We won't make Love, Love will make us.”
― Julio Cortázar

“You look at me, you look at me closely, each time closer and then we play cyclops, we look at each other closer each time and our eyes grow, they grow closer, they overlap and the cyclops look at each other, breathing confusion, their mouths find each other and fight warmly, biting with their lips, resting their tongues lightly on their teeth, playing in their caverns where the heavy air comes and goes with the scent of an old perfume and silence. Then my hands want to hide in your hair, slowly stroke the depth of your hair while we kiss with mouths full of flowers or fish, of living movements, of dark fragrance. And if we bite each other, the pain is sweet, and if we drown in a short and terrible surge of breath, that instant death is beauty. And there is a single saliva and a single flavour of ripe fruit, and I can feel you shiver against me like a moon on the water.”
― Julio Cortazar

“Música! Melancólico alimento para los que vivimos de amor.”
― Julio Cortázar, Rayuela

“Even before you touched me, I belonged to you; all you had to do was look at me.”
― Louise Glück

“The master said You must write what you see.
But what I see does not move me.
The master answered Change what you see.”
― Louise Glück, Vita Nova: Winner of the Nobel Prize

“listen: there’s a hell
of a good universe next door; let’s go”
― E.E. Cummings

“his lips drink water
but his heart drinks wine”
― E.E. Cummings

“Now the ears of my ears are awake and now the eyes of my eyes are opened.”
― e.e. cummings