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may you kiss the wind then turn from it certain that it will love your back
Screw poetry, it’s you I want, your taste, rain on you, mouth on your skin.
Time rises and rises, and when it reaches the level of your eyes you drown.
He needed to exist only in the present, without guilt, without expectation.
About no subject are poets tempted to lie so much as about their own lives.
With my poems, I finally won even my mother. The longest wooing of my life.
As contagion of sickness makes sickness, contagion of trust can make trust.
Being too consumed in fear all the time will result in poor quality of life
Those who truly love us will never knowingly ask us to be other than we are
Life makes writing poetry necessary to prove I really was paying attention.
I tend to like poems that engage me - that is to say, which do not bore me.
Bring ideas in and entertain them royally, for one of them may be the king.
It is to live twice when we can enjoy the recollections of our former life.
Every day I walk out into the world / to be dazzled, then to be reflective.
Because of the dog’s joyfulness, our own is increased. It is no small gift.
I feel the terror of idleness, like a red thirst. Death isn't just an idea.
The temple bell stops but I still hear the sound coming out of the flowers.
Plunge Deep enough in order to see something that is hidden and glimmering.
This strange disease of modern life, With its sick hurry, its divided aims.
Force and right are the governors of this world; force till right is ready.
And the pond's stillness nippled as if by rain instead is pocked with life.
Poems like to have a destination for their flight. They are homing pigeons.
poetry is first of all a way of life and only secondarily a way of writing.
No life's worth more than any other, no sister worth less than any brother.
Love' is finding the familiar dear. / 'In love' is to be taken by surprise.
The fish, Even in the fisherman's net, Still carries, The smell of the sea.
What's left is palimpsest—one memory bleeding into another, overwriting it.
The library, to me, is the second most sacred physical space on the planet.
All the events of our life are materials of which we can make what we will.
Perhaps things are not things but words: metaphors, words for other things.
Every lover is a soldier. (Love is a warfare.) [Lat., Militat omnis amans.]
That's one of the greatest curses ever inflicted on the human race, memory.
When I was from Cupid's passions free, my Muse was mute and wrote no elegy.
The mind, conscious of rectitude, laughed to scorn the falsehood of report.
We always strive after what is forbidden, and desire the things refused us.
Concealed sorrow bursts the heart, and rages within us as an internal fire.
Thy destiny is only that of man, but thy aspirations may be those of a god.
Kittens are wide-eyed, soft and sweet. With needles in their jaws and feet.
The first step to wisdom is to be sure one says and does what one believes.
Give a pup a home and a little love and he will give you his heart forever.
God cannot catch us. Unless we stay in the unconscious room. Of our hearts.
The advantage of the incomprehensible is that it never loses its freshness.
Love is like those second-rate hotels where all the luxury is in the lobby.
If some beggar steals a bridle he'll be hung by a man who's stolen a horse.
One nightingale in an interfluous wood Satiate the hungry dark with melody.
A God made by man undoubtedly has need of man to make himself known to man.
Reason respects the differences, and imagination the similitudes of things.
Children are like a book which we should write in and which we should read.
Novels seem to me to be richer, broader, deeper, more enjoyable than poems.
Most people know more as they get older: I give all that the cold shoulder.