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A poem's life and death dependeth still Not on the poet's wits, but reader's will.
Be not the first by whom the new are tried, Nor yet the last to lay the old aside.
Light quirks of music, broken and uneven,Make the soul dance upon a jig to Heav'n.
All are but parts of one stupendous whole, Whose body Nature is, and God the soul.
Envy will merit as its shade pursue, But like a shadow, proves the substance true.
Nature made every fop to plague his brother, Just as one beauty mortifies another.
The hungry judges soon the sentence sign, and wretches hang that jurymen may dine.
The season when to come, and when to go, to sing, or cease to sing, we never know.
The good must merit God's peculiar care; But who but God can tell us who they are?
Virtuous and vicious every man must be, few in the extreme, but all in the degree.
Pleasure, or wrong or rightly understood, Our greatest evil, or our greatest good.
To dazzle let the vain design, To raise the thought and touch the heart, be thine!
To rest, the cushion and soft dean invite, who never mentions hell to ears polite.
The learned is happy, nature to explore; The fool is happy, that he knows no more.
Virtue she finds too painful an endeavour, content to dwell in decencies for ever.
Tis use alone that sanctifies expense And splendor borrow all her rays from sense.
A man gazing at the stars is proverbially at the mercy of the puddles in the road.
A tender sadness drops upon my soul, like the soft twilight dropping on the world.
A man gazing on the stars is proverbially at the mercy of the puddles in the road.
Sweet is true love that is given in vain, and sweet is death that takes away pain.
Courtesy wins woman all as well. As valor may, but he that closes both is perfect.
Old men must die, or the world would grow mouldy, would only breed the past again.
It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles, And see the great Achilles whom we knew.
Love, till dawn sunder night from day with fire Dividing my delight and my desire.
There is nothing to be learned from history anymore. We're in science fiction now.
A simple style is like white light. Although complex, it does not appear to be so.
To think, a sweater, is made entirely of knots. My stomach could clothe a village.
There is no ´Complete Idiots Guide to Creationism,´ but perhaps one is not needed.
New Orleans reminds me of Romania because New Orleans is very corrupt politically.
Poems are a hotline to our hearts, and we forget this emotional power at our peril
I dream too much, and I don't write enough, and I'm trying to find God everywhere.
I would sooner read five lines of the Bible than hear five masses in the "Church".
I would like a simple life / yet all night I am laying / poems away in a long box.
We can think for ourselves and we can awaken the world to a greater consciousness.
There are energies that reside in each phone and phoneme. And we can release them.
Humanity does not know where to go because no one is waiting for it: not even God.
Set out from any point. They are all alike. They all lead to a point of departure.
Murderer who lives in my building. His name is Dan Bevacqua. Hes a fiction writer.
In front, the sun climbs slow, how slowly, but westward, look, the land is bright.
One evening I sat Beauty on my knees – And I found her bitter – And I reviled her.
And the wind that saddens, the sea that gladdens, Are singing the selfsame strain.
Intelligence is not to make no mistakes, but quickly to see how to make them good.
There are times when you have to choose between being human and having good taste.
The rain Never falls upwards. When the wound Stops hurting What hurts is The scar.
In the process of simplifying oneself, one often discovers the thing called voice.
If we created a society based on love, it would be a society without exploitation.
Love is not weakness. It is strong. Only the sacrament of marriage can contain it.
I write of youth, of love, and have access by these to sing of cleanly wantonness.
Waiting is still an occupation. It is having nothing to wait for that is terrible.
There are as many kinds of beauty as there are habitual ways of seeking happiness.