If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off I know that is poetry.

Author: Emily Dickinson

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The Heart wants what it wants - or else it does not care

Find ecstasy in life, the mere sense of living is joy enough.

Morning without you is a dwindled dawn.

If I read a book and it makes my whole body so cold no fire can ever warm me I know that is poetry.

Days of absence, sad and dreary, Clothed in sorrow’s dark array, – Days of absence, I am weary; She I love is far away.

I have been used to consider poetry as the food of love.

For what is it to die but to stand naked in the wind and to melt into the sun? And when the earth shall claim your limbs, then shall you truly dance.