Stephen kissed me in the spring,
Robin in the fall,
But Colin only looked at me
And never kissed at all.
Stephen’s kiss was lost in jest,”
Robin’s lost in play,
But the kiss in Colin’s eyes
Haunts me night and day.
– Sara Teasdale, The Collected Poems
“'Poetry is just so emo.' he said. 'Oh, the pain. The pain. It always rains. In my soul.'”
– John Green, Paper Towns
“To be a poet is a condition, not a profession.”
– Robert Frost
“How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of being and ideal grace.
I love thee to the level of every day’s
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for right.
I love thee purely, as they turn from praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints. I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.”
– Elizabeth Barrett Browning
“Music is the universal language of mankind.”
– Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
“Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world’s more full of weeping than you can understand.”
– W.B. Yeats, The Collected Poems
“The death of a beautiful woman is, unquestionably, the most poetical topic in the world.”
– Edgar Allan Poe
Don’t go far off, not even for a day,
because I don’t know how to say it - a day is long
and I will be waiting for you, as in
an empty station when the trains are
parked off somewhere else, asleep.
Don’t leave me, even for an hour, because then
the little drops of anguish will all run together,
the smoke that roams looking for a home will drift
into me, choking my lost heart.
Oh, may your silhouette never dissolve”
on the beach, may your eyelids never flutter
into the empty distance. Don’t LEAVE me for
a second, my dearest, because in that moment you’ll
have gone so far I’ll wander mazily
over all the earth, asking, will you
come back? Will you leave me here, dying?
– Pablo Neruda
“I turned silences and nights into words. What was unutterable, I wrote down. I made the whirling world stand still.”
– Arthur Rimbaud
“You can take this mouth
this wound you want
but you can’t kiss
and make it
– Daphne Gottlieb