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HERE IS SOME POEM'S I LIKED.

HOPE YOU'LL ENJOY READING IT!!.

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So when people say that poetry is a luxury, or an option, or for the educated middle classes, or that it shouldn’t be read in school because it is irrelevant, or any of the strange and stupid things that are said about poetry and its place in our lives, I suspect that the people doing the saying have had things pretty easy. A tough life needs a tough language – and that is what poetry is. That is what literature offers – a language powerful enough to say how it is. It isn’t a hiding place. It is a finding place.

— Jeanette Winterson, from In Defense of Poetry.

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I've been making a list of the things they don't teach you at school. They don't teach you how to love somebody. They don't teach you how to be famous. They don't teach you how to be rich or how to be poor. They don't teach you how to walk away from someone you don't love any longer. They don't teach you how to know what's going on in someone else's mind. They don't teach you what to say to someone who's dying. They don't teach you anything worth knowing.

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It’s the oldest story in the world. One day, you’re 17 and you’re planning for someday. And then quietly, without you ever really noticing, someday is today. And then someday is yesterday. And this is your life.”

—Nathan Scott, One Tree Hill

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"Heaven, envious of our joys, is waxen pale;

And when we whisper, then the stars fall down

To be partakers of our honey talk."

- Christopher Marlowe

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Which shouldn’t exist

in this world,

the one who forgets

or the one

who is forgotten?.

— Izumi Shikibu

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Whenever someone who knows you disappears, you lose one version of yourself. Yourself as you were seen, as you were judged to be. Lover or enemy, mother or friend, those who know us construct us, and their several knowings slant the different facets of our characters like diamond-cutter’s tools. Each such loss is a step leading to the grave, where all versions blend and end .

— Salman Rushdie, The Ground Beneath Her Feet.

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While I speak,

things imperceptibly

shake loose from themselves,

escaping toward other forms,

other names...

-- Octavio Paz, from ‘Letter of Testimony’, A Tree Within.

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كنت أعتقد أنني لن أستطيع أن أعيش يومًا

من دون ابتسامتك

دون أن أخبرك بأموري

دون أن أسمع صوتك مجيبًا علي.

ثم، جاء ذلك اليوم

كان صعبًا للغاية

لكن ما تلاه كان أصعب

عرفت من شعور الغرق أنّ القادم سيكون أسوأ

وأنني لن أكون على ما يرام لفترة طويلة.

‏لأنّ فقدان شخص ليس مناسبة أو حدثًا

أو أمرًا يقع لمرّة واحدة فحسب

بل يتكرر مرّة بعد مرّة بعد مرّة

أفقدك في كلّ مرّة أمسك فيها بفنجانك المفضل

متى صدح الراديو بتلك الأغنية

وحين عثرت على قميصك القديم أسفل كومة الغسيل.

أفقدك في كلّ مرة أفكر فيها

في تقبيلك

في ضمّك.

—‏لانج لييف.

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Oh, lift me as a wave, a leaf, a cloud!

I fall upon the thorns of life! I bleed!

A heavy weight of hours has chain’d and bow’d

One too like thee: tameless, and swift, and proud."

—Percy Bysshe Shelley, Ode to West Wind

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The night has just turned the sky's head toward infinity. When the sun's not there to blind you, what you are looking at is God's back. "

- Kamel Daoud, The Meursault Investigation.

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This world is such a little place. Just the red in the sky before the sun rises. So let us keep fast hold of hands that when the birds begin, none of us be missing.

--Emily Dickinson.

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I felt that I was leaving part of myself behind, and that wherever I went afterwards I should feel the lack of it, and search for it hopelessly, as ghosts are said to do, frequenting the spots where they buried material treasures without which they cannot pay their way to the nether world.

- Evelyn Waugh, Brideshead Revisited .

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بَعدئِذ، هَرب معشوقيّ إلى الشمس،

ثم هبط مع أولِ شُعاعٍ أدركهُ.

—بيسوا.

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We are witnessing the painful death agonies of a social system that does not deserve to live, but which refuses to die. That is the real explanation of the wars, terrorism, violence and death that are the main features of the epoch in which we live."

—Allan Woods.-

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