— Fernando Pessoa

“We look at the world once, in childhood. The rest is Memory.” —Louise Glück, from "Nostos"

C.S. Lewis, all that is real is Heavenly

Tom Disch, “Ars Poetica” Who rarely ask why they feel this peculiar need. Is it to please? Not on the evidence.

Tomas Tranströmer

"Reality is not simply there, it does not simply exist: it must be sought out and won." - Paul Celan

A perfect poem to read in a blizzard. “Snow” by Mary Ruefle: versedaily.org/2008/snow.shtml

Is there really a hush over everything as there used to be in morning when one by one we took off our veils?

Louise Glück. “I was born in the month of the bull, / the month of heaviness,” from The Triumph of Achilles (1985).

last poem by Ray Carver: And did you get what you wanted from this life, even so? I did. And what did you want? To call myself beloved, to feel myself beloved on the earth.

Curtis Faville

A poem of mine from MORE FLOWERS. Just felt like sharing. 🌺🌸

Is hot with rites - Nancy Ryan, “Poem”

The going / to what lasts.

“It's a free country, I tell her.” A poem by Bruce Pemberton.

Betsy Adams

and the room where you are reading is empty yet full of what loves you and this is the day that you were born

“we talk so much of  light, please let me speak on behalf of  the good dark.”

Endure, o heart. In times gone by, you have endured worse. —Homer

I just think it's neat that Shakespeare decided to cap off his career in the theatre by writing the only honest poems ever written