Rosemary

“Hence the vanity of translation; it were as wise to cast a violet into a crucible that you might discover the formal principle of its color and odor, as seek to transfuse from one language into another the creations of a poet. The plant must spring again from its seed, or it will bear no flower—and this is the burden of the curse of Babel.”
― Percy Bysshe Shelley, A Defence of Poetry and Other Essays

“...the whole sky overhead seemed trembling under the shock of the footprints of the storm.”
― Bram Stoker, Dracula

“All things exist as they are perceived: at least in relation to the percipient. 'The mind is its own place, and of itself can make a heaven of hell, a hell of heaven.' But poetry defeats the curse which binds us to be subjected to the accident of surrounding impressions. And whether it spreads its own figured curtain or withdraws life's dark veil from before the scene of things, it equally creates for us a being within our being.”
― Percy Bysshe Shelley, Shelley's Poetry and Prose

“Poetry is a sword of lightning, ever unsheathed, which consumes the scabbard that would contain it.”
― Percy Bysshe Shelley