She sits in a corner of quiet
               lost in a sea of darkness
               emptied of the thought of time
               That
               eternal pit

—Nadia Anjuman, from “Eternal Pit" (translated by Diana Arterian and Marina Omar)

They’re not that different from you, are they? Same haircuts. Full of hormones, just like you. Invincible, just like you feel. The world is their oyster. They believe they’re destined for great things, just like many of you, their eyes are full of hope, just like you. Did they wait until it was too late to make from their lives even one iota of what they were capable? Because, you see gentlemen, these boys are now fertilizing daffodils. But if you listen real close, you can hear them whisper their legacy to you. Go on, lean in. Listen, you hear it? —Carpe— hear it?— Carpe, carpe diem, seize the day boys, make your lives extraordinary.

Dead Poets Society (1989)

We don’t read and write poetry because it’s cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for. To quote from Whitman, “O me! O life!… of the questions of these recurring; of the endless trains of the faithless… of cities filled with the foolish; what good amid these, O me, O life?” Answer. That you are here - that life exists, and identity; that the powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse. That the powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse. What will your verse be?

Dead Poets Society (1989)

When I read poetry, I want to experience a fierce loosening of thoughts. I read poetry because I want to move away from the material world and to find epiphany. I read poetry for language pleasure. I read poetry because I am angry at generic and literal forms of interpretation. I read poetry to be united with others. I read poetry so that I am true to my own need for solitude. I read poetry because it’s so human in its frailty and yet so strong in its humanity.

—Deema Shehabi, from an interview with Fringe Magazine