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Libraries
Are
Neccessary
Gardens,
Unsurpassed
At
Growing
Excitement
The ancient media of speech and song and theater were radically reshaped by writing, though they were never entirely supplanted, a comfort perhaps to those of us who still thrill to the smell of a library.
Libraries are the wardrobes of literature, whence men, properly informed may bring forth something for ornament, much for curiosity, and more for use.
My life is an open library
[Poetry] is the liquid voice that can wear through stone.
Poetry is the eloquence of verse.
Nothing which does not transport is poetry. The lyre is a winged instrument.
Poetry is the breath and finer spirit of knowledge
Books and bottles breed generosity, and the bibliophile and the oenophile og through life scattering largesse from their libraries and cellars
The pleasant books, that silently among Our household treasures take familiar places, And are to us as if a living tongue Spake from the printed leaves or pictured faces!
Come and take choice of all my library and so beguile thy sorrow.
Distringit librorum multitudo
(the abundance of books is distraction)
Language forms a kind of wealth, which all can make use of at once without causing any diminution of the store, and which thus admits a complete community of enjoyment; for all, freely participating in the general treasure, unconsciously aid in its preservation.
I want books written out of a brain and heart and soul crowded and vital with Life, spelled with a big L. I want poetry bursting with passion. I don't care a hang for the 'verbal felicities.' They'll do for the fringe, but I want the garment to warm me first.
When there is war, the poet lays down the lyre, the lawyer his law reports, the schoolboy his books.
(Who Did No Harm to No Man all the Dais of Her Life. Reader, Can You Say Lykewise?).
Poetry is language in orbit.
With 'Ilustrado,' I set out to change the way we read literature, and I think I failed spectacularly. In fact, I know I failed. In reaching further than I could, I may not have produced a life- or literature-changing book, but I did produce one I am proud of.
The poets carry feelings, delivering desires and dispatching dreams. Even if sometimes they need pack some sorrows, distill several disappointments and filter strange nightmares.
Poetry comes with anger, hunger and dismay; it does not often visit groups of citizens sitting down to be literary together, and would appal them if it did.
We weave together the many skeins of our words,
Into poems and stories and books,
And the books are made so much more vivacious and colourful,
For all the care that is woven in along with the words.
The Ilan-Lael Foundation is an arts education foundation celebrating nature and the aesthetic of the built environment for its ability to help us see ourselves and our world in new ways.
Stripped of its plot, the 'Iliad' is a scattering of names and biographies of ordinary soldiers: men who trip over their shields, lose their courage or miss their wives. In addition to these, there is a cast of anonymous people: the farmers, walkers, mothers, neighbours who inhabit its similes.
A circulating library in a town is as an evergreen tree of diabolical knowledge.
The pressed oil of words can blaze up into music, into image, into the heart and mind's knowledge. The lit and shadowed places within us can be warmed.
LANGUAGE, n. The music with which we charm the serpents guarding another's treasure.
In Homer and Chaucer there is more of the innocence and serenity of youth than in the more modern and moral poets. The Iliad is not Sabbath but morning reading, and men cling to this old song, because they still have moments of unbaptized and uncommitted life, which give them an appetite for more.
To possess one single thing (it is Louis now) must waver, like the light in and out of the beech leaves; and then words, moving darkly, in the depths of your mind will break up this knot of hardness, screwed in your pocket-handkerchief.
Above all, a book is a riverbank for the river of language. Language without the riverbank is only television talk - a free fall, a loose splash, a spill.
Lhe love of a book is what's in your heart
Kindle in thy heart the flame of love.
The Lord lit my life; with the light of your love.
Bare lists of words are found suggestive to an imaginative and excited mind.
A day will come when men will discover an alphabet in the eyes of chalcedonies, in the markings of the moth, and will learn in astonishment that every spotted snail has always been a poem.
Every library is a palace; every book is a king; every reading is a magic!
As a prose writer, I work with language; and those who work with language turn to poetry for renewal.
No matter how wild the winds or rough the seas of life, libraries stand ready, beaming their reliable lights, guiding us toward knowledge, pleasure, consolation, wisdom, and hope.
A louse in the locks of literature.
A library is a temple unabridged with priceless treasure. Librarians are the majesties who loan the jewels of measure. They welcome to the kingdom the young and old of reapers and reign among the riches as the wondrous fortune keepers.
A little library, growing every year, is an honorable part of a man's history. It is a man's duty to have books.
The poetry of speech.
Her library is a meeting place for all who love books. They discuss matters of the world and matters of the spirit.
Please bury me in the library
With a dozen long-stemmed proses
Eloquence is the poetry of prose.
Truths kindle light for truths.
A library is a home filled with our stories. On every shelf, we see ourselves, experience our collective conscious, describe our dreams and our great longing for times that have passed, the sterling moment of the present and the glorious future known only in our imaginations.
The world is a library and we are its stories.
Poets are light amidst darkness
Language is the machine of the poet.
Poetry: Language against which we have no defences.
The clerisy are those who seek, and find, delight and enlargement of life in books. The clerisy are those for whom reading is a personal art.
Language is present in a piece of writing like the sea in a single drop.
Poetry uses language to create a music borne inside human experiences and emotions.
All his life there was only one thing Lec was allowed to believe. It had surrounded him, cocooned him, constricted him with the same stifling softness as the layers of insulation around him now. For the first time in his life, Lev feels those bounds around his soul begin to loosen.
Poetry is a fossil rock-print of a fin and a wing, with an illegible oath between.
Nothing is so intimately a part of a man as his library. It contains just what the possessor wants to look at most often, and comes to form his window or gateway to the larger cosmos.
The literary world is made up of little confederacies, each looking upon its own members as the lights of the universe; and considering all others as mere transient meteors, doomed to soon fall and be forgotten, while its own luminaries are to shine steadily into immortality.
Poetry ... the deepest abyss of infinity.
Books never pall on me. They discourse with us, they take counsel with us, and are united to us by a certain living chatty familiarity. And not only does each book inspire the sense that it belongs to its readers, but it also suggests the name of others, and one begets the desire of the other.
Words are living legends, swollen with significance. We string them together to make stories, but they themselves ARE stories, encapsulating rich, runny histories.
In those days, when my hands were much employed, I read but little, but the least scraps of paper which lay on the ground, my holder, or tablecloth, afforded me as much entertainment, in fact answered the same purpose as the Iliad.
Eloquence is the child of knowledge. When a mind is full, like a wholesome river, it is also clear.
Poetry is where the language is renewed.
GIFT
You tell me that silence
is nearer to peace than poems
but if for my gift
I brought you silence
(for I know silence)
you would say
This is not silence
this is another poem
and you would hand it back to me
Life perpetuated in parti-colored loves
and beautiful lies all in different languages.
Does poem also walk through the valleys seeking tongues from dandelions?
Zoe let the poetry flow over her, like shadows on water, sunlight against stone: timeworn words shaped like stars, like shells, like the ruins of lost temples, soft as the breaths of mystics.
My life is a reading list.
Library? That sounded reasonable. As my thoughts revolved around my days surrounded by books, something miraculous happened. My anger subsided. It ebbed away as the thoughts of books, pages, and comfort entered my head.
As the eyes of Lyncaeus were said to see through the earth, so the poet turns the world to glass, and shows us all things in their right series and procession.
In the particular presence of memorable language we can find a reminder of our ability to know and retain knowledge itself: the brightness wherein all things come to see.
Brilliant. [Lasdun] seems to me certainly among the most gifted, vivid, and deft poets now writing in English, and far better than many who are more famous. His capacities are solidly established; his promise is nearly infinite.
Jed Perl writes precisely and ecstatically. Antoine' s Alphabet is a history and a fairy tale, a work of criticism, and a work of art.
Nothing is more dangerous to maidenly delicacy of speech than the run of a good library.
Prose talks and poetry sings.
Heart-aches are forgotten, tears lose their bitterness, and like a leaf of lavendar in a store of linen, so does Memory make life sweet.
Oh, Marigold!" Lymond spoke plaintively. "A silken tongue, a heart of cruelty. Don't berate us. We're only poor scoundrels - vagabonds - scraps of society; unlettered and untaught.
A library is the first step of a thousand journeys, portal to a thousand worlds.
Books are the beehives of thought; laconics, the honey taken from them.
Poetry begins where language starts: in the shadows and accidents of one person's life.
The founding of libraries was like constructing more public granaries, amassing reserves against a spiritual winter which by certain signs, in spite of myself, I see ahead ...
Alliteration is not a prostitute to be sold to every sailor who visits the port. This fine lady is a valuable literary diva one should ask to sing her aria only for special occasions.
Literature is language charged with meaning
Bychan: little one Cariad: sweetheart, beloved one Annwyl:
Drudgery, calamity, exasperation, want, are instructors in eloquence and wisdom.
The language of literature is the language of all the world. It is necessary to divest ourselves at once of the notion of diversified vocal and grammatical speech which constitutes the various tongues of the Earth, and conceals the identity of image and logic in the minds of all men.
All good poetry is forged slowly and patiently, link by link, with sweat and blood and tears.
Bid amaranthus all his beauty shed,
And daffodillies fill their cups with tears,
To strew the laureate to hearse when Lycid lies.
The world of light and starry grace;
within your mind I live to trace.
Your thought's speed in thunder's glory,
lightening my being with dream's story.
I embrace the tree carrying your name
Your unspoken wish : the heart of fame.
The love of books
is for children
who glimpse in them
a life to come, but
I have come
to that life and
feel uneasy
with the love of books.
This is my life,
time islanded
in poems of dwindled time.
Poetry consists in a rhyming dictionary and things seen.
Poetry is the universal possession of mankind, revealing itself everywhere, and at all times, in hundreds and hundreds of men.
A library of books is the fairest garden in the world, and to walk there is an ecstasy.
There is nothing like books - of all things sold incomparably the cheapest, of all pleasure the least palling, they take up little room, keep quiet when they are not wanted, and, when taken up, bring us face to face with the choicest men who ever lived, at their choicest moments.
Libraries, whether my own or shared with a greater reading public, have always seemed to me pleasantly mad places, and for as long as I can remember I've been seduced by their labyrinthine logic, which suggests that reason (if not art) rules over a cacophonous arrangement of books.
Poetry is the thread that leads us out of the labyrinth of despair and into the light.
A classic lecture, rich in sentiment, With scraps of thundrous Epic lilted out By violet-hooded Doctors, elegies And quoted odes, and jewels five-words-long, That on the stretched forefinger of all Time Sparkle for ever.
Poetry is the insistent roaring of the human soul.
Nothing makes a man more reverent than a library
We are all a volume on the shelf of the ... library, a story unto ourselves, never possibly described with one word or even very accurately with thousands.