Quotes of All Topics . Occasions . Authors
It is a function of poetry to locate those zones inside us that would be free, and declare them so.
You wait for nothing if not for the word that will burst from the deep like a fruit among branches.
Within the bottle's depths, the wine's soul sang one night. Drink wine, drink poetry, drink virtue.
I loved you like a man loves a woman he never touches, only writes to, keeps little photographs of.
The hangover was brutal but he didn't mind. It told him he had been somewhere else, someplace good.
Food is good for the nerves and the spirit. Courage comes from the belly – all else is desperation.
They, all of them, seemed to put literary form in front of the actuality and living of life itself.
there are so many days when living stops and pulls up and sits and waits like a train on the rails.
Not one death but many, not accumulation but change, the feed-back proves, the feed-back is the law
The classical artist can be recognized by his sincerity, the romantic by his laborious insincerity.
The loves that meet in Paradise shall cast out fear, And Paradise hath room for you and me and all.
Later, I learned that our forgetting of the parakeet had begun even before the species was extinct.
To be extremely happy but extremely intelligent is a task of being optimistic without being cheesy.
I'm standing up thinking. Anybody who wants to listen is welcome. If not, I'm happy to see them go.
For a long time, I saw writing prose as chewing rocks compared to the velocities of writing poetry.
What if the world is holding its breath - waiting for you to take the place that only you can fill?
A word into the silence thrown always finds its echo somewhere where silence opens hidden lexicons.
Hypocrite women, how seldom we speak of our own doubts, while dubiously we mother man in his doubt!
The number of people who read a poem is not as important as how the poem affects those who read it.
I am grateful, you know. I have to be grateful in the sense that I feel that what I have is a gift.
Oh, both my shoes are shiny new, And pristine is my hat My dress is 1922… My life is all like that.
And this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart I carry your heart [ i carry it in my heart ]
that strictly(and how)scienti fic land of supernod where freedom is compulsory and only man is god.
Ah! when will this long weary day have end, And lende me leave to come unto my love? - Epithalamion
She bathed with roses red, And violets blew. And all the sweetest flowres That in the forrest grew.
Her angel's face, As the great eye of heaven shined bright, And made a sunshine in the shady place.
Vaine is the vaunt, and victory unjust, that more to mighty hands, then rightfull cause doth trust.
The soul's dark cottage, batter'd and decay'd, Lets in new light through chinks that Time has made.
Safe upon the solid rock the ugly houses stand. Come and see my shining palace built upon the sand!
When I can make Of ten small words a rope to hang the world! "I had you and I have you now no more.
At Munich we sold the Czechs for a few months grace, but the disgrace will last as long as history.
Not for a moment, beautiful aged Walt Whitman, have I failed to see your beard full of butterflies.
I have often lost myself in the sea, ears full of newly cut flowers, tongue full of love and agony.
If you are unwilling to fail, sometimes publicly and even catastrophically, you will never be rich.
The vast majority of free verse is ghastly. Utterly ghastly. No one reads it. No one listens to it.
Meditation is the life of the soul: Action, the soul of meditation; and honor the reward of action.
Spring is come home with her world-wandering feet, And all things are made young with your desires.
Deep in my heart subsides the infrequent word, And there dies slowly throbbing like a wounded bird.
The sweetest flower that blows, I give you as we part. For you it is a Rose, For me it is my heart.
It is difficult to discriminate the voice of truth from amid the clamor raised by heated partisans.
Spring flies, and with it all the train it leads; and flowers, in fading, leave us but their seeds.
I have all that I lost and I go carrying my childhood like a favorite flower that perfumes my hand.
Nature is orderly. That which appears to be chaotic in nature is only a more complex kind of order.
The radiant sun sends from above ten thousand blessings down, nor is he set so high for show alone.
He that will not have peace, God gives him warre. [He that will not have peace, God gives him war.]
Of a pigs taile you can never make a good shaft. [Of a pig's tail you can never make a good shaft.]
He that is fallen cannot helpe him that is downe. [He that is fallen cannot help him that is down.]
And fragile is thy tenure of this world Still haunted by the monstrous ghost of God. ("To Science")
The Best ideal is the true and other truth is none. All glory be ascribed to the holy Three in One.
I wake and feel the fell of dark, not day. What hours, O what black hours we have spent This night!