poetry

"Love is the poetry of the senses!"

"Real poetry, is to lead a beautiful life. To live poetry is better than to write it."

"I hold it true, whate'er befall;I feel it when I sorrow most;'Tis better to have loved and lostThan never to have loved at all."

"APPLY WITHINYou once told meYou wanted to findYourself in the world -And I told you toFirst apply within,To discover the worldwithin you.You once told meYou wanted to saveThe world from all its wars -And I told you toFirst save yourselfFrom the world,And all the warsYou put yourselfThrough.APPLY WITHIN by Suzy Kassem"

"We, all who live, haveA life that is livedAnd another life that is thought,And the only life we haveIt's the one that is dividedIn right or wrong."

"We were hooked when we woke.We had arms for each other.But I yearned to resumeMy dreams of another."

"I feel there is an angel in me' she'd say 'whom I amconstantly shocking"

"Though my soul may set in darkness, it will rise in perfect light; I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night."

"I felt a Cleaving in my Mind—As if my Brain had split—I tried to match it—Seam by Seam—But could not make it fit."

"To me, fair friend, you never can be old,For as you were when first your eye I ey'd, Such seems your beauty still."

"Good poetry makes the universe reveal a secret."

"Look in my face; my name is Might-have-been; I am also call'd No-more, Too-late, Farewell"

"Poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings: it takes its origin from emotion recollected in tranquility."

"خضراء أكتبها على نثر السنابل في كتاب الحقل ، قوّسها امتلاءٌ شاحبٌ فيها وفي. وكلما صادقت أو آخيت سنبلةً تعلّمت البقاء من الفناء وضده. أنا حبة القمح التي ماتت لكي تخضرّ ثانية وفي موتي حياةٌ ما"

"Be silent and safe — silence never betrays you; Be true to your word and your work and your friend; Put least trust in him who is foremost to praise you,Nor judge of a road till it draw to the end."

"The only emperor is the emperor of ice cream."

"أعرفُ أنني عندما أقع في الحبسيكون الفصل شتاءًاوستسري في جسدي قشعريرةفلن أدري أسببها البردأم كوني معك؟"

"She lends her pen,to thoughts of him,that flow from it,in her solitary.For she is his poet,And he is her poetry."

"I lock my door upon myself, And bar them out; but who shall wall Self from myself, most loathed of all?"

"Love consists of this: two solitudes that meet, protect and greet each other."