Money is a kind of poetry.
Wallace Stevens (1879 - 1955)
Contributed by: Siona
The only emperor is the emperor of ice-cream
Contributed by: Wesley
The imperfect is our paradise.Note that, in this bitterness, delight,Since the imperfect is so hot in us,Lies in flawed words and stubborn sounds.
Contributed by: WhatMoonsongs
Death is the Mother of Beauty
Source: On Sunday Morning
Contributed by: GypsyJess
The summer night is like a perfection of thought.
Contributed by: Danielle
perhaps the truth depends on a walk around a lake
Source: Notes Toward a Supreme Fiction
Contributed by: zaballero
One reads poetry with one's nerves.
Contributed by: Zaady
Poetry must resist the intelligence almost successfully.
Realism is a corruption of reality.
Thought tends to collect in pools.
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