When you have grasped a problem clearly, face it with resolution, for that is the way of the strong.
Thus with my lips have I denounced you, while my heart, bleeding within me, called you tender names.
Forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet and the winds long to play with your hair.
Well, I like to eat, sleep, drink, and be in love. I like to work, read, learn, and understand life.
For my best poems were all written when I felt the worst. When I was happy, I didn't write anything.
We too should make ourselves empty, that the great soul of the universe may fill us with its breath.
There is a large stock on hand; but somehow or other, nobody's experience ever suits us but our own.
The sunlight on the garden Hardens and grows cold, We cannot cage the minute Within its nets of gold
Down the road someone is practicing scales, The notes like little fishes vanish with a wink of tails
It's complicated, being an American, Having the money and the bad conscience, both at the same time.
In the midst of the fountain of wit there arises something bitter, which stings in the very flowers.
I began a lifelong affair with nostalgia, with only the vaguest notions of what I was nostalgic for.
I've been treated beautifully wherever I've gone, and I really think we all want to love each other.
He considers me also a little fragile because artistic. I need to be cared for, like a potted plant.
If you want what's in the package you should at least know how to get the string off, is what I say.
Suspense is one of the ways you persuade a reader to become engaged and stay engaged with your work.
I never fantasized or invented a thing, not one thing. I knew every single thing I ever wrote about.
This is the ongoing purpose of full attention: to find a thousand ways to be pierced into wholeness.
The resource of life is everywhere, even in the smallest of things and we're never very far from it.
If you are poor now, Aemilianus, you will always be poor. Riches are now given to none but the rich.
Such are thou and I: but what I am thou canst not be; what thou art any one of the multitude may be.
We each have all the time there is; our mental and moral status is determined by what we do with it.
Money is that dear thing which, if you're not careful, you can squander your whole life thinking of.
I always say that a poet loves the world, and the prose writer needs to create an alternative world.
It is the first experience you ever had of reading a decent poem: 'Oh, somebody else is lonely, too!
In my own writing, I've mostly abandoned end-rhyme, but wordplay is still a huge part of my process.
Strew on her roses, roses, And never a spray of yew! In quiet she reposes; Ah, would that I did too!
It took me years of attempts and failed drafts before I finally wrote the elegies I needed to write.
My father is a poet, my stepmother is a poet, and so I always had encouragement as a child to write.
Love is an attempt at penetrating another being, but it can only succeed if the surrender is mutual.
Poets have the gift to speak for others, Vasko Popa had the very rare quality of hearing the others.
The wounded gladiator forswears all fighting, but soon forgetting his former wound resumes his arms.
A broken fortune is like a falling column; the lower it sinks, the greater weight it has to sustain.
Dads are most ordinary men turned by love into heroes, adventurers, story-tellers, singers of songs.
Photography invites one to give up any attempt to delineate such things as can delineate themselves.
Let us listen to what all the faithful say, because in every one of them the Spirit of God breathes.
A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.
Till the Future dares Forget the Past, his fate and fame shall be An echo and a light unto eternity!
Most wretched men Are cradled into poetry by wrong: They learn in suffering what they teach in song.
Everyone should be forcibly transplanted to another continent from their family at the age of three.
Love is fostered by confidence and constancy; he who is able to give much is able also to love much.
Not only the bull attacks his enemies with curved horn, but also the sheep, when harmed fights back.
Sometimes I feel like I am on top of the world. Other times it feels like the world is on top of me.
I want to unfold. I don’t want to stay folded anywhere, because where I am folded, there I am a lie.
Reclaiming the sacred in our lives naturally brings us close once more to the wellsprings of poetry.
To do good things in the world, first you must know who you are and what gives meaning to your life.
When I love most, love is disguised. In hate; and when hate is surprised, in love, then I hate most.
Heart, fear nothing, for, heart, thou shalt find her- Next time, herself!-not the trouble behind her