Do you have a favorite poem or a few lines from one?

from Walt Whitman

Nothing is ever really lost, or can be lost,
No birth, identity, form—no object of the world.
Nor life, nor force, nor any visible thing;
Appearance must not foil, nor shifted sphere confuse thy brain.
Ample are time and space—ample the fields of Nature.
The body, sluggish, aged, cold—the embers left from earlier fires,
The light in the eye grown dim, shall duly flame again

El niño busca su voz.
(La tenía el rey de los grillos.)
En una gota de agua
buscaba su voz el niño.

No la quiero para hablar;
me haré con ella un anillo
que llevará mi silencio
en su dedo pequeñito.

En una gota de agua
buscaba su voz el niño.

(La voz cautiva, a lo lejos,
se ponía un traje de grillo.)

- Federico García Lorca

I have never been into poetry as such. When someone pointed out that most of the songs I liked were poetry put to music, I was amazed.

I do but I’ve unfortunately forgotten it :D

since feeling is first
who pays any attention
to the syntax of things
will never wholly kiss you;
wholly to be a fool
while Spring is in the world

my blood approves
and kisses are a better fate
than wisdom
lady i swear by all flowers. Don’t cry
—the best gesture of my brain is less than
your eyelids’ flutter which says

we are for each other: then
laugh, leaning back in my arms
for life’s not a paragraph

and death i think is no parenthesis

But we loved with a love that was more than love— Edgar Allan Poe

The trouble ain’t that there is too many fools, but that the lightning ain’t distributed right.—

Mark Twain

When you’re old and feeble
And you are a total wreck
May you drop right through your asshole
And break your fucking neck

Author unknown.

Enjoying these responses!

I am only one,

But still I am one.

I cannot do everything,

But still I can do something,

And because I cannot do everything

I will not refuse to do the something

that I can do.

Edward Everett Hale

@Inspired_2write I love that one too

Stillness, even as a Chinese jar still moves perpetually in its stillness

From “V” in Burnt Norton by TS Eliot

Again, thanks all! I am continuing to read these and have been inspired to look up certain authors to read more of them.