treasures.

to find poetry in the likeliest of places, to find poetry in the unlikeliest of places, to collect it all into a treasure chest more valuable than pirate's booty, shinier than diamonds, and with weight more expensive than gold

Resisting the urge to post on Facebook when I find myself considering the big mysteries. Save it for a poem, that would be good in a poem.

We all dream profusely every night, yet by morning we’ve forgotten ninety percent of what went on. That’s why poets are such important members of society. Poets remember our dreams for us.

Now more than ever do I realize that I will never be content with a sedentary life, that I will always be haunted by thoughts of a sun-drenched elsewhere.

—Isabelle Eberhardt, The Nomad: The Diaries of Isabelle Eberhardt (via introspectivepoet)

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Every dreamer knows that it is entirely possible to be homesick for a place you’ve never been to, perhaps more homesick than for familiar ground.

Judith Thurman (via introspectivepoet)

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Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes…

Mary Oliver (via introspectivepoet)

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