Poetry is how you feel when it suddenly starts raining after wishing it silently for the past two hours. It is waking up in the morning with a smile on your face and the smell of pancakes filling the entire house. Poetry is the first ten seconds of your heart beating so fast because he’s talking to you. It is looking at things all around you in colors that don’t exist. It is looking up at the night sky and feeling like you have everything because you know, at that moment, you are loved.

Poetry is when you smile for no reason other than you want to and you can. It is looking someone straight in the eyes and saying the words “I love you”. It is both the birth and death of something—an idea, a belief, love. But whether it is about death or love, poetry is always beautiful.

“I know this much is all,” Franny said. “If you’re a poet, you do something beautiful. I mean you’re supposed to leave something beautiful after you get off the page and everything.”

-Franny and Zooey

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Don’t go through life not reading poetry. Life is poetry.

Fantastic reads: 

Under One Small Star by Wislawa Szymborska
Sonnet XVII by Pablo Neruda
Having a Coke with You by Frank O’Hara