Here are some more beautiful quotes on Poetry.
Most people ignore most poetry
because
most poetry ignores most people.
~Adrian Mitchell
The worst tragedy for a poet is to be admired through being misunderstood.
~Jean Cocteau
A poet's hope: to be,
like some valley cheese,
local, but prized elsewhere.
~W. H. Auden
Poetry is what gets lost in translation.
~Robert Frost
Here's my Poetry.
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Poetry
This piece is poetry written by me.
A naked woman livened on canvas,
A drop of water left on her skin
Off the tip of the ornamented brush;
Bloom of a flower out of a being
And wildness of tiger in another-
Is poetry to be read by the eyes.
Tunes awakened by impatient strokes
Shrugged off the metallic strings,
Or pulled out of the stretched membrane
By the retreat of the hand,
And music resonating the foot to taps
Is poetry to the hearing nerves.
A butterfly sucking nectar,
A drop on the flower's petal
In a gelid dewy night,
A sudden ripple towards the shore
Due to a sudden strong breeze,
Is poetry to persons in bonds of faith.
April 06, 2005
Don't part with your illusions. When they are gone you may still exist, but you have ceased to live. - Mark Twain
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Illusion
Wonder you may say to
The movement of the clouds, the blooming of flowers,
The rise of a wave and its fall.
-Be not a flower peeping out of its vesture
To behold beauty when itself stands much more beautiful.
Look at the most wonderous thing,
O teenager! Look at your beating heart;
A moment it glides with the favourite bird,
Next it beats on the lines of your best book,
It also stops at the texture of a flower,
But again and again returns
To the most lovely flower that never bloomed-
Whose eyes blink in the moonless nights,
Whose fair body lays in the blaze of afternoon sun,
Whose lips smile from within the red roses,
Whose hands tickle while a breeze blow away the locks,
And who embraces while Sleep is at work.
-She is the creation of all beauties on earth
But when you go to embrace her she's none.
Illusion
Wonder you may say to
The movement of the clouds, the blooming of flowers,
The rise of a wave and its fall.
-Be not a flower peeping out of its vesture
To behold beauty when itself stands much more beautiful.
Look at the most wonderous thing,
O teenager! Look at your beating heart;
A moment it glides with the favourite bird,
Next it beats on the lines of your best book,
It also stops at the texture of a flower,
But again and again returns
To the most lovely flower that never bloomed-
Whose eyes blink in the moonless nights,
Whose fair body lays in the blaze of afternoon sun,
Whose lips smile from within the red roses,
Whose hands tickle while a breeze blow away the locks,
And who embraces while Sleep is at work.
-She is the creation of all beauties on earth
But when you go to embrace her she's none.
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