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Contemporary Poetry Quotes

“I Will Go Back to Paris in Spring I will go back to Paris in spring,
To see its life and not the still,
To watch the sky in a different hue,
With the same buildings at each rue. I will walk and pass the same things by,
And wonder again with a sigh.
Till winter comes, it will be long,
Yet I wonder when I will come back along.”

“We Haunt the People We Love We haunt the people that we love,
And we become ruins by doing so.
Chasing them down every line,
No matter if spoken or lived by it. Running in circles, remembering them,
While watching ourselves turn into others' ghosts.
We haunt and live—
And we will outlive.”

“وعيناك فصلا ربيع يعيدان للأرض أغصانها الوارفةْ... وخداك نهرا نبيذٍ يسيلان من كرمةٍ نازفةْ... يداك، كأن يخرج الموت منهزماً من دفاتر شعري... خطاياك، مثل النجوم تمدّ أصابعها فوق رأسك وهي تقول: أنا آسفةْ...”

“وجهكِ أجمل من سيَرِ الأبطال ‏وقلبك شطآنُ... ‏وأقول لقلبي: آن نغادر هذا البحر ‏وآن نكذّب بوصلة من خشبٍ ‏كلّ السفن متوجةٌ بشراعٍ من شبكٍ! ‏واللهفة رُبانُ ‏وأحبك لولا أنّ الأرض... ‏أحبك لولا أني الأرض ‏ولولا ذاكرتي والحمض النووي وأهلي والتاريخ وأني لا يأخذني الحب كما تأخذني الأوطانُ...”

“ولست سعيداً ولكنني ماهرٌ بادّعاء الفرحْ... وتلك جراحي تبدّل ألوانها وتدور وأنتم تظنّون أنّ السماء تظلّل رأسي بقوس قزحْ... أنا مثلكم متعبٌ كلّما غادرتني يدٌ نقصت لغتي فكرةً ... كلما "طلع الفجر" ضاعت من الليل قافيةٌ كلّما أغلق الحب نافذةً، وجد الوجد بابا جديداً لقلبي، ولي مثلكم خالقٌ عادلٌ علّم القلب أن يتعافى سريعاً، لكي لا يغادره من أساء ولا يجرح الحب مهما جرحْ...”

“Knowhere by Stewart Stafford Poleaxed by vampiric tapping— rattling timeline of a loop lapping— Hypochondriac paranoid toothache, tasting everything I see and break. Showed my tongue to an undertaker; licked his face — proved I’m no faker. A measured, grim diagnosis followed, matter from a cardiac pump hollowed. Draped loosely in a tea towel shroud, resurrected—naked, loud, and proud— Rocket to the pub for a post-wake baptism, a ploughman’s lunch with relish schism. © 2026, Stewart Stafford. All rights reserved.”

“The Risk Assessor's Audit by Stewart Stafford An actuary at the butcher’s table, Serpentine watch-chain, strung as a noose, Each second, costed with surgical élan, Logging the theft in Babel columns loose. The paper catacomb lies crumpled, Its tenant, a doorway hobo in arrears, The knowing leaseholder's smile worn, Who'd changed the locks on all the years. The mutilated currency of memories, Clipped coinage set for melted dooms, Dried blood trickles in the hourglass, Turnkey guardian of vast, derelict rooms. © 2026, Stewart Stafford. All rights reserved.”

“Antiseptic Awakening by Stewart Stafford See the rainbow spattered With dark blood moon juice. This creeping haemorrhage, A lacerated spectrum merged. Bruised trickles not halting, Violations in crimson stealth. Impotent, alleged lifeforms, Ashen foot-dragging below. Casually surrendered hues, The arterial strain's zenith. No colour in cheek nor sky, Bleached by antiseptic snow. © 2026, Stewart Stafford. All rights reserved.”