Poetry On The Rocks For Lonely Hearts
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A poet can survive everything but a misprint. — Oscar Wilde
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Your mighty cloak will fall away. Your glance that on my cheek was laid and pillowed warm, will seek, dismayed, the comforts that I offered once — to lie, as sunset colors fade in the cold lap of alien stones. — Rainer Maria Rilke (translated by Babette Deutsch)
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Should from her vesture chance to steal a kiss And, of so great a favour growing proud, Disdain to root the summer-swelling flower And make rough winter everlastingly. #ShakespeareSunday
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“If you don’t know what to play, play nothing.” — Miles Davis
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All shapes, all forms, seem utterly Vague images of sleep to me; And my real self moves all alone, Between huge pyramids of stone, To where a crouching figure lies With furtive-cruel, half-closed eyes. — John Cowper Powys
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“The unwise man weens all who smile and flatter him are his friends; but when he shall come into court he shall find there are few to defend his cause” — Hávamál, The Words of Odin the High One
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Goddess.
some marriages are indeed loving friendships; but some marriages are, or become, adversarial over time. who can predict? in hindsight some can recognize "red flags" & yet "red flags" can be misleading & what seemed like a bad match can turn out quite the opposite. the evolution
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“I never practice my guitar. From time to time I just open the case & throw in a piece of raw meat.” — Wes Montgomery
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"I never saw a vessel of like sorrow, So fill'd and so becoming: in pure white robes, Like very sanctity, she did approach My cabin where I lay; thrice bow'd before me." The Winter's Tale ~ Act 3 Scene 3 #ShakespeareSunday
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A poet can survive everything but a misprint. — Oscar Wilde
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Should from her vesture chance to steal a kiss And, of so great a favour growing proud, Disdain to root the summer-swelling flower And make rough winter everlastingly. #ShakespeareSunday
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“She was a wild, wicked slip of a girl. She burned too brightly for this world.” ― Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights #BookWormSat Art- Robert McGinnis
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Extraordinaliy good and deep poetry. Thank you @LothlorienJ for sharing these!
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