Poetry
Yufa and
Poetry
Apropos of nothing.
when the soul lies down in that grass,
the world is too full to talk about.
ideas, language, even the phrase each other
doesn’t make any sense.
the world is too full to talk about.
ideas, language, even the phrase each other
doesn’t make any sense.
The Last Sky
-rumi
Poetry knows the spaces of transition; it traverses and expands them. Poems live in uncertainty.
Mike Kauschke • The Poetic Art of Living in a Time Between Worlds - Emerge
Hungarian poetry wakes up parts of my soul i didn’t know existed.
Title: ‘You know’
“Many variations of wording can be found in both versions of ‘Auld Lang Syne’ as they have been set down over the years. In fact, surviving manuscript copies in Burns’s own hand are not identically worded.”
373 / “This World is not Conclusion,” Emily Dickinson.
A poem by Michelangelo.
The Invitation
It doesn’t interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart’s longing.
It doesn’t interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dream, for the adventure of being alive.
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It doesn’t interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart’s longing.
It doesn’t interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dream, for the adventure of being alive.
It doesn’t interest me what planets are... See more
Esther Ekhart • The Invitation, a poem by Oriah Mountain Dreamer
beautiful poem
The biggest argument I’ve seen is that AI art steals from artists. You know who else steals from artists? People.
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