Quotes About Poetry

Quotes tagged as "poetry" (showing 1-30 of 3,000) J.R.R. Tolkien All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost.

From the ashes a fire shall be woken, A light from the shadows shall spring; Renewed shall be blade that was broken, The crownless again shall be king. J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring tags: frost, glitter, gold, lost, poetry, roots, strength, strong, wander, wither 34397 Pablo Neruda I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close. Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets tags: love, poetry 25341 Pablo Neruda I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul. Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets tags: love, poetry 8795 Robert Frost The Road Not Taken

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both

And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair, And having perhaps the better claim, Because it was grassy and wanted wear; Though as for that the passing there Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay In leaves no step had trodden black. Oh, I kept the first for another day! Yet knowing how way leads on to way, I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference. Robert Frost tags: choice, poetry 8322 Robert Frost We love the things we love for what they are. Robert Frost tags: love, poetry 8306 Victor Hugo Music expresses that which cannot be put into words and that which cannot remain silent Victor Hugo tags: literature, music, poetry 8050

E.E. Cummings I carry your heart with me (I carry it in my heart)I am never without it (anywhere I go you go,my dear; and whatever is done by only me is your doing,my darling) I fear no fate (for you are my fate,my sweet)I want no world (for beautiful you are my world,my true) and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows (here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide) and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

I carry your heart (I carry it in my heart) E.E. Cummings tags: love, poetry 7256 Kahlil Gibran You talk when you cease to be at peace with your thoughts. Kahlil Gibran, The Prophet tags: philosophy, poetry 6211 Plato Every heart sings a song, incomplete, until another heart whispers back. Those who wish to sing always find a song. At the touch of a lover, everyone becomes a poet. Plato tags: love, poetry, song 6018 Cassandra Clare Only the very weak-minded refuse to be influenced by literature and poetry. Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Angel tags: books, literature, philosphy, poetry, reading 5053 Chad Sugg If you're reading this... Congratulations, you're alive.

If that's not something to smile about, then I don't know what is. Chad Sugg, Monsters Under Your Head tags: alive, congratulations, hope, humanity, inspiration, inspirational, inspire, life, poetry, smile, wisdom 4414 Walt Whitman Resist much, obey little. Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass tags: poetry 4054 Leonardo da Vinci Painting is poetry that is seen rather than felt, and poetry is painting that is felt rather than seen. Leonardo da Vinci tags: art, poetry 4050 E.E. Cummings 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 tags: poetry 3702 E.E. Cummings Unbeing dead isn't being alive. E.E. Cummings tags: death, life, poetry 3364 G.K. Chesterton Poets have been mysteriously silent on the subject of cheese. G.K. Chesterton, Alarms and Discursions tags: cheese, poetry 3126 Robert Frost Some say the world will end in fire,

Some say in ice. From what I've tasted of desire, I hold with those who favor fire. But if it had to perish twice I think I know enough of hate To say that for destruction ice Is also great And would suffice. Robert Frost tags: poetry 3071 Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life? Mary Oliver tags: poetry 2957 Pablo Neruda 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.

I hunger for your sleek laugh, your hands the color of a savage harvest, hunger for the pale stones of your fingernails, I want to eat your skin like a whole almond.

I want to eat the sunbeam flaring in your lovely body, the sovereign nose of your arrogant face, I want to eat the fleeting shade of your lashes,

and I pace around hungry, sniffing the twilight,

hunting for you, for your hot heart, Like a puma in the barrens of Quitratue. Pablo Neruda tags: love, poetry 2447 Kahlil Gibran Trees are poems the earth writes upon the sky, We fell them down and turn them into paper, That we may record our emptiness. Kahlil Gibran tags: poetry, wisdom 2164 Walt Whitman 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 tags: poetry 2120 Charles Darwin If I had my life to live over again, I would have made a rule to read some poetry and listen to some music at least once every week. Charles Darwin, The Autobiography of Charles Darwin, 180982 tags: arts, life, music, poetry 2118 Anne Sexton As it has been said: Love and a cough cannot be concealed. Even a small cough. Even a small love. Anne Sexton tags: poetry 2022 J.R.R. Tolkien Still round the corner there may wait A new road or a secret gate And though I oft have passed them by A day will come at last when I

Shall take the hidden paths that run West of the Moon, East of the Sun. J.R.R. Tolkien tags: books, poetry 1998 Robert Frost Forgive, O Lord, my little jokes on Thee And I'll forgive Thy great big one on me. Robert Frost tags: humor, poetry, religion 1912 Anne Sexton Watch out for intellect, because it knows so much it knows nothing and leaves you hanging upside down, mouthing knowledge as your heart falls out of your mouth. Anne Sexton, The Complete Poems tags: intellect, love, poetry 1840 Ian Fleming You only live twice: Once when you're born And once when you look death in the face. Ian Fleming, You Only Live Twice tags: death, james-bond, philosophy, poetry 1752 Neil Gaiman She seems so cool, so focused, so quiet, yet her eyes remain fixed upon the horizon. You think you know all there is to know about her immediately upon meeting her, but everything you think you know is wrong. Passion flows through her like a river of blood.

She only looked away for a moment, and the mask slipped, and you fell. All your tomorrows start here. Neil Gaiman, Fragile Things: Short Fictions and Wonders tags: inspirational, poetry 1717

T.S. Eliot Only those who will risk going too far can possibly find out how far one can go. T.S. Eliot tags: poetry 1689 Robert Frost Poetry is what gets lost in translation. Robert Frost

Love consists of this: two solitudes that meet, protect and greet each other. Rainer Maria Rilke tags: poetry 650 Charlotte Bront All my heart is yours, sir: it belongs to you; and with you it would remain, were fate to exile the rest of me from your presence forever. Charlotte Bront, Jane Eyre tags: love, poetry 637 William Faulkner Given the choice between the experience of pain and nothing, I would choose pain. William Faulkner, The Wild Palms *If I Forget Thee, Jerusalem+ tags: life-experience, poetry, sorrow 563 Rainer Maria Rilke The purpose of life is to be defeated by greater and greater things. Rainer Maria Rilke tags: poetry 500 Janet Fitch Always learn poems by heart. They have to become the marrow in your bones. Like fluoride in the water, they'll make your soul impervious to the world's soft decay. Janet Fitch, White Oleander tags: hard, poetry 499 Pablo Neruda It was at that age that poetry came in search of me.

 Pablo Neruda, Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair tags: neruda, poetry 475 Mae West You are never too old to become younger! Mae West tags: maturity, paradox, poetry, story, story-telling, youthfulness 413 Novalis Poetry heals the wounds inflicted by reason. Novalis tags: healing, poetry 397 Edna St. Vincent Millay What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why, I have forgotten, and what arms have lain Under my head till morning, but the rain Is full of ghosts tonight, that tap and sigh Upon the glass and listen for reply, And in my heart there stirs a quiet pain For unremembered lads that not again Will turn to me at midnight with a cry.

Thus in the winter stands the lonely tree, Nor knows what birds have vanished one by one, Yet knows its boughs more silent than before: I cannot say what loves have come and gone, I only know that summer sang in me A little while, that in me sings no more. Edna St. Vincent Millay tags: love, poetry 393 E.E. Cummings may my heart always be open to little birds who are the secrets of living

whatever they sing is better than to know and if men should not hear them men are old

may my mind stroll about hungry and fearless and thirsty and supple and even if it's sunday may i be wrong for whenever men are right they are not young

and may myself do nothing usefully and love yourself so more than truly there's never been quite such a fool who could fail pulling all the sky over him with one smile E.E. Cummings, Complete Poems, 1904-1962 tags: poetry, youth 370 Vincent van Gogh ...and then, I have nature and art and poetry, and if that is not enough, what is enough? Vincent van Gogh tags: art, nature, poetry, suicide 348 Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Be still, sad heart! and cease repining; Behind the clouds is the sun still shining; Thy fate is the common fate of all, Into each life some rain must fall Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, The Complete Works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow tags: heart, life, poetry, sorrow 333 Billy Collins Marginalia

Sometimes the notes are ferocious, skirmishes against the author raging along the borders of every page

in tiny black script. If I could just get my hands on you, Kierkegaard, or Conor Cruise O'Brien, they seem to say, I would bolt the door and beat some logic into your head.

Other comments are more offhand, dismissive Nonsense." "Please!" "HA!!" that kind of thing. I remember once looking up from my reading, my thumb as a bookmark, trying to imagine what the person must look like who wrote "Don't be a ninny" alongside a paragraph in The Life of Emily Dickinson.

Students are more modest needing to leave only their splayed footprints along the shore of the page. One scrawls "Metaphor" next to a stanza of Eliot's. Another notes the presence of "Irony" fifty times outside the paragraphs of A Modest Proposal.

Or they are fans who cheer from the empty bleachers, Hands cupped around their mouths. Absolutely," they shout to Duns Scotus and James Baldwin. Yes." "Bull's-eye." "My man!" Check marks, asterisks, and exclamation points rain down along the sidelines.

And if you have managed to graduate from college

without ever having written "Man vs. Nature" in a margin, perhaps now is the time to take one step forward.

We have all seized the white perimeter as our own and reached for a pen if only to show we did not just laze in an armchair turning pages; we pressed a thought into the wayside, planted an impression along the verge.

Even Irish monks in their cold scriptoria jotted along the borders of the Gospels brief asides about the pains of copying, a bird singing near their window, or the sunlight that illuminated their pageanonymous men catching a ride into the future on a vessel more lasting than themselves.

And you have not read Joshua Reynolds, they say, until you have read him enwreathed with Blake's furious scribbling.

Yet the one I think of most often, the one that dangles from me like a locket, was written in the copy of Catcher in the Rye I borrowed from the local library one slow, hot summer. I was just beginning high school then, reading books on a davenport in my parents' living room, and I cannot tell you how vastly my loneliness was deepened,

how poignant and amplified the world before me seemed, when I found on one page

A few greasy looking smears and next to them, written in soft pencilby a beautiful girl, I could tell, whom I would never meetPardon the egg salad stains, but I'm in love. Billy Collins, Picnic, Lightning tags: marginalia, poetry, reading 329 Maya Angelou We, unaccustomed to courage exiles from delight live coiled in shells of loneliness until love leaves its high holy temple and comes into our sight to liberate us into life.

Love arrives and in its train come ecstasies old memories of pleasure ancient histories of pain. Yet if we are bold, love strikes away the chains of fear from our souls.

We are weaned from our timidity In the flush of love's light we dare be brave And suddenly we see that love costs all we are

and will ever be. Yet it is only love which sets us free. Maya Angelou tags: courage, fear, freedom, life, lonliness, love, pain, poetry 325 W.H. Auden He was my North, my South, my East and West, My working week and my Sunday rest, My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song; I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong. W.H. Auden, Collected Poems tags: death, love, poetry 322 W.H. Auden A poet is, before anything else, a person who is passionately in love with language. W.H. Auden, The Complete Works of W.H. Auden: Prose: Volume II. 1939-1948 tags: language, poetry, words 321 Jarod Kintz Here's a haiku/palindrome I wrote called, "Obsession."

Bob, Bob, Bob, Bob, Bob, Bob, Bob, Bob, Bob, Bob, Bob, Bob, Bob, Bob, Bob, Bob, Bob Jarod Kintz, A Letter to Andre Breton, Originally Composed on a Leaf of Lettuce With an Inkdipped Carrot tags: bob, funny, haiku, obsession, palindrome, poetry, writing 306 William Blake I must create a system, or be enslaved by another man's. I will not reason and compare: my business is to create. William Blake, Jerusalem tags: poetry 293 Nikki Giovanni

I love you because no two snowflakes are alike, and it is possible, if you stand tippy-toe, to walk between the raindrops. Nikki Giovanni tags: love, poetry, rain, snow 287 W.H. Auden Looking up at the stars, I know quite well That, for all they care, I can go to hell, But on earth indifference is the least We have to dread from man or beast.

How should we like it were stars to burn With a passion for us we could not return? If equal affection cannot be, Let the more loving one be me.

Admirer as I think I am Of stars that do not give a damn, I cannot, now I see them, say I missed one terribly all day.

Were all stars to disappear or die, I should learn to look at an empty sky And feel its total dark sublime, Though this might take me a little time. W.H. Auden tags: astrology, love, poetry, skies, sky, stars, the-more-loving-one 286 W.H. Auden You shall love your crooked neighbour, with your crooked heart. W.H. Auden tags: human-nature, poetry 281 Jess C. Scott

Maybe you could be mine / or maybe well be entwined / aimless in this sexless foreplay. Jess C. Scott, EyeLeash: A Blog Novel tags: body, boy, boyfriend, boys, cool, culture, desire, emotion, friendship, funny, honesty, humor, humour, imagination, individuality, life, love, music, novel, passion, poem, poems, poet, poetry, poetry-life, poets, reality, relationships, romance, self, sex, technology, truth, wisdom, young, youth 276 Dante Alighieri Amor, ch'al cor gentile ratto s'apprende prese costui de la bella persona che mi fu tolta; e 'l modo ancor m'offende.

Amor, che a nullo amato amar perdona, Mi prese del costui piacer s forte, Che, come vedi, ancor non m'abbandona..."

"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: A New Verse Translation tags: italian, italy, love, medieval-literature, poetry 275 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 tags: change, leaving, moving, poetry, rebirth, time 274 Nick Hornby It seems to me now that the plain state of being human is dramatic enough for anyone; you don't need to be a heroin addict or a performance poet to experience extremity. You just have to love someone.

 Nick Hornby, How to Be Good tags: heroin, humanity, love, poetry 269 George Eliot It is always fatal to have music or poetry interrupted. George Eliot, Middlemarch tags: music, poetry 267 W.B. Yeats What can be explained is not poetry. W.B. Yeats tags: poetry, yeats 263 E.E. Cummings twice I have lived forever in a smile E.E. Cummings tags: cummings, love, poetry, smiling 254 Langston Hughes Looks like what drives me crazy Don't have no effect on you-But I'm gonna keep on at it Till it drives you crazy, too. Langston Hughes, Selected Poems tags: craziness, crazy, evil, poetry 240 Maya Angelou Its the fire in my eyes, And the flash of my teeth, The swing in my waist, And the joy in my feet. Im a woman Phenomenally. Maya Angelou, Phenomenal Woman: Four Poems Celebrating Women tags: confidence, poetry, womanhood 234

and love is a word used too much and much too soon. Charles Bukowski, The Night Torn Mad With Footsteps tags: bukowski, classic, classics, i-love-you, love, patience, poem, poetry 16 Ovid As wave is driven by wave And each, pursued, pursues the wave ahead, So time flies on and follows, flies, and follows, Always, for ever and new. What was before Is left behind; what never was is now; And every passing moment is renewed. Ovid, Metamorphoses tags: change, poetry, renewal, time, transience 6 Robert Paul Weston Here is a story thats stranger than strange. Before we begin you may want to arrange: a blanket, a cushion, a comfortable seat, and maybe some cocoa and something to eat.

Ill warn you, of course, before we commence, my story is eerie and full of suspense, brimming with danger and narrow escapes, and creatures of many remarkable shapes.

Dragons and ogres and gorgons and more, and creatures youve not even heard of before. And faraway places? Theres plenty of those! (And menacing villains to tingle your toes.)

So ready your mettle and steady your heart. Its time for my storys mysterious start... Robert Paul Weston, Zorgamazoo tags: beginnings, cocoa, creatures, dragons, mystery, ogres, poetry, suspense, villains 4 Alan Watts Wonder is not a disease. Wonder, and its expression in poetry and the arts, are among the most important things which seem to distinguish men from other animals, and intelligent and sensitive people from morons. Alan Watts, The Book: On the Taboo Against Knowing Who You Are tags: arts-and-humanities, being-true-to-yourself, human-nature, intelligence, poetry, sensitivity, wonder 3 Gail Carriger Poetry can cause irreparable harm when misapplied Gail Carriger, Timeless tags: damage, harm, misapply, misuse, poetry 2 Pat Conroy She pronounced each word carefully, as though she was tasting fruit. The words of her poems were a most private and fragrant orchard. Pat Conroy, The Prince of Tides tags: poetry 2 Denise Duhamel I just didnt get it even with the teacher holding an orange (the earth) in one hand and a lemon (the moon) in the other, her favorite student (the sun) standing behind her with a flashlight. I just couldnt grasp it this whole citrus universe, these bumpy planets revolving so slowly no one could even see themselves moving. I used to think if I could only concentrate hard enough I could be the one person to feel what no one else could, sense a small tug from the ground, a sky shift, the earth changing gears. Even though I was only one mini-speck on a speck,

even though I was merely a pinprick in one goosebump on the orange, I was sure then I was the most specially perceptive, perceptively sensitive. I was sure then my mother was the only mother to snap, The world doesnt revolve around you! The earth was fragile and mostly water, just the way the orange was mostly water if you peeled it, just the way I was mostly water if you peeled me. Looking back on that third grade science demonstration, I can understand why some people gave up on fame or religion or cures especially people who have an understanding of the excruciating crawl of the world, who have a well-developed sense of spatial reasoning and the tininess that it is to be one of us. But not meeven now I wouldnt mind being god, the force who spins the planets the way I spin a globe, a basketball, a yoyo. I wouldnt mind being that teacher who chooses the fruit, or that favorite kid who gives the moon its glow. Denise Duhamel tags: arrogance, ego, poetry 1 She thought men were saviors... ...And she looked for more in them than what they were... Only to rescue herself from those she wished would rescue her...

And isn't that the most tragic lie... The lie where we tell what we wished were true and believe it...?

She had an artificial memory, a prosthesis to a past that never was... She was like a party that no one ever went to... Like a cure...without a disease...

And isn't that the greatest fear of all...to be ready with the answers

to questions that no one asks anymore? Merrit Malloy, Things I Meant To Say To You When We Were Old tags: poetry, self-deception, tragedy 1 Kristina Haynes You hate him for turning you inside of yourself. You are still getting used to looking at your body in the light. Kristina Haynes, It Looked a Lot Like Love tags: emotion, feelings, insecure, poetry 1 Edgar A. Guest And yet the cares are many and the hours of toil are few; There is not time enough on earth for all I'd like to do; But, having lived and having toiled, I'd like the world to find Some little touch of beauty that my soul had left behind. Edgar A. Guest tags: beauty, death, life, poetry 1 I am the author of my life story, I wrote it in poetry Mr.Yoso tags: author, life, poem, poetry, self-expression, writing 0 Kathleen Norris Poetry was a discipline grounded in experience that drew its life and worth from a source much greater than oneself, and as it realized its potential to touch others in their innermost being, what [Kathleen] Fraser has termed their "yearning side," it could be a profoundly communal act. Poetry, when it succeeded, did so in ways that were not quantifiable, and did not look much like worldly success, but that might be summed up as the joy on the face of a girl in a dingy classroom who finds a kindred spirit in a poem by Garcia Lorca. Kathleen Norris, The Virgin of Bennington tags: poetry 0 Washington Irving For my part, I love to give myself up to the illusion of poetry. A hero of fiction that never existed is just as valuable to me as a hero of history that existed a thousand years ago. Washington Irving, The Legend of Sleepy Hollow and Other Stories tags: literature, poetry 0

John Keats That men, who might have tower'd in the van Of all the congregated world, to fan And winnow from the coming step of time All chaff of custom, wipe away all slime Left by men-slugs and human serpentry, Have been content to let occasion die, Whilst they did sleep in love's Elysium. John Keats, Endymion: A Poetic Romance tags: greatness, innovation, love, poetry 0 Rudyard Kipling Like Princes crowned they bore them-Like Demi-Gods they wrought, When the New World lay before them In headlong fact and thought. Fate and their foemen proved them Above all meed of praise, And Gloriana loved them, And Shakespeare wrote them plays! ....... Now Valour, Youth, and Life's delight break forth In flames of wondrous deed, and thought sublime--Lightly to mould new worlds or lightly loose Words that shall shake and shape all after-time!

Giants with giants, wits with wits engage, And England-England-England takes the breath Of morning, body and soul, till the great Age Fulfills in one great chord:--Elizabeth! Rudyard Kipling, Complete Verse tags: elizabeth-ii, england, poetry, royalty 0

Se te empiezan a acumular los tiempos perdidos y no te quedan manos para tapar los agujeros. Rosa Ynez Gmez, Esto no es un libro de poesa tags: poesa, poetry 0 No hay soledad peor que tu silencio. Rosa Ynez Gmez, Esto no es un libro de poesa tags: poesa, poetry 0 Michael Bassey Johnson If you're frightened of the countless number of books in the library, you'll never write anything, until you close your eyes and hold the pen. Michael Bassey Johnson tags: awkward, backward, bard, books, despicable, dull, fear, fright, influence, laziness, library, low, low-spirits, michael-bassey-johnson, phobia, poem, poetry, turning-back, write, writers, writing 0 Kathleen Norris ...the imagination works not so much through inspiration as through perseverance. One must slog through the false starts, spot the wrong words and hold out for the right ones, and above all, be vigilant about staying on the path of revision, no matter how uncomfortable or even painful the journey might become. Kathleen Norris, The Virgin of Bennington tags: creativity, poetry, writing 0 Read my poems quite slowly Or should I say listen closely Mr.Yoso tags: poem, poetry 0 Pretty girls are envy in your beauty and one of a kind personality- Unique Mr.Yoso tags: admiration, enlightenment, lyrics, poem, poetry, song 0 Saila Susiluoto 14. Hn poimii auringonpaloa puutarhoista ja maakellarista, joka on tm taivas reikineen, valo sataa sisn aukoista. Hn poimii valoa kuppikaupalla, sormenpt ovat mustuneet. Hn heitt siemeni maininkeihin, jotta ne kasvavat. Hopea vuotaa kaikkialta lpi, niin kuin maansydn olisi

aaltojen vlkett. Saila Susiluoto, Auringonkierto tags: finnish, poetry 0 Saila Susiluoto 21. Muurahaisten sokerijalat, tyttymystahmeat. Niiden keinuvat mustat siivet, valosta varjoon soljuvat varret. Auringon myhiset sormet hyhenill, niin tuuliset ja viipyilevt. Niin kuin se, mik on kahden vlill lyt paikkansa, lepmtt. Tai niin kuin leikki alkaa surusta, leikill on keh, sen keskell aina joku, unohtunut valo hiuksillaan, muistuttaa merest johon aurinko uppoaa niin tuulisesti, niin tuulisesti ja viipyilevsti kuin iholla rakastetun sormet. Tapaaminen joka on aina viimeinen, leikin keskell, ulkopuolella leikin, ei surun. Saila Susiluoto, Auringonkierto tags: finnish, poetry 0 Saila Susiluoto Lehtihevonen laukkaa, se on vehmas ja valloillaan. Sen kyljill kiilt koivuntuoksu, kesisen illan toiveikas valo. Ettei aurinkomme koskaan laskisi. Ettei rakkaus laskisi mittaa, tiimalasi tyhjyyden tyttyv mr. Hevonen laukkaa, kello kumahtelee, sydn laskee yt kammioidensa lpi. Hevonen laukkaa, niin kuin aika ohimoilla ruohonsilkkisin sormin, se laukkaa. Lehtev aurinko lautasillaan, kultasilminen pll selssn se laukkaa hmrn metsn halki. Illan viimeinen valo harjallaan, sen silmiss humisee kuusien tumma linnoitus. Saila Susiluoto tags: finnish, hevosen-huone, poetry 0 Saila Susiluoto Lattian peitt sinikimalteinen vesi. Simpukat kohisevat katonrajassa, niiden huuruiset ornamentit valuttavat hiekalle helmiist. Tytt sanovat: kannamme murhetta kuin kruunua, pienill tytill on painavat kruunut. Menemme niin alastomiksi ett katoamme, olemme tynn linnoitusten

aukkojen valoa, valoon rpikivi lintuja, tynn kirkasta vett. He sanovat: taivas on prskiv sinist verta, veneiden purjeet perhoskeveit. Se kouraisee vatsasta, on syv nlk, joka ei koskaan lakkaa. He sanovat: vesi kimaltaa huoneessa hopeisena. Vri seisoo haaleudessamme kuin vesi. Saila Susiluoto, Huoneiden kirja tags: finnish, huone-meren-rannalla, poetry 0 Saila Susiluoto Rahiseva transistori, Saarenmaan valssi soi, luontoilta, stiedotus kun alkaa nytt matalalta. Ilmapuntarit heilahtavat, tytn vatsassa rummuttaa ilo ja jnnitys, tytll on trapetsimieli. idin pt srkee, naisilla on sp. Is tekee kalanpst keittoa, hauella on elvt harmaat silmt, ne kasvattavat ly, tytt j tyhmksi. Kala maistuu mudalta, muta on iilimatojen onnela, hauki vaanii vedess ahnain hampain, kyyt pusikoissa, iilit veden vrjyviss poukamissa, muta tytn sydmess, pikkuiset valkeat sydmet ovat reiki uikkareissa, tytt ei mene uimaan, tytt menee aurinkopaahteiselle tielle makaamaan kdet auki, nauraa ilosta kun auto suhahtaa sentill ohi, punaisen kuplan ikkunasta rahisee Georg Ots. Saila Susiluoto, Siivekkt ja hnnkkt tags: finnish, poetry, tyttsatu 0 Seven peso pen, Eleven peso paper men Mr.Yoso tags: poem, poetry 0 I play a piano of wordsits icy tinkle echoes through your halls John Geddes tags: echoes, music, poetry 0 There is no shortage of ugliness in the world. If man closed his eyes to it there would be even more Farough Farrokhzad tags: disfigurement, films, hansen-s-disease, iran, iranian-writers, leper-colonies, leper-colony, leprosy, poetry, short-films, spoken-word, suffering, the-house-is-black, ugliness, ugly 0

There is no shortage of ugliness in the world. If man closed his eyes to it there would be even more. Farough Farrokhzad tags: documentary-film, farough-farrokhzad, film, hansen-s-disease, iranian-film, iranian-writers, leper-colonies, leper-colony, leprosy, poetry, short-films, spoken-word, ugliness, ugly-people