MANY birds and the beating of wings
Make a flinging reckless hum
In the early morning at the rocks
Above the blue pool
Where the gray shadows swim lazy.
In your blue eyes, O reckless child,
I saw today many little wild wishes,
Eager as the great morning.
(Carl Sandburg)
Poetry is the synthesis of hyacinths and biscuits (Carl Sandburg).
"Jealousy would be far less torturous if we understood that love is a passion entirely unrelated to our merits." (Paul Eldridges)
Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash. (leonard Cohen).
"An inexhaustible good nature is one of the most precious gifts of heaven, spreading itself like oil over the troubled sea of thought, and keeping the mind smooth and equable in the roughest weather." (Washington Irving)
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