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I thought originally when I was in school and I wanted to be a poet, I knew that poets seemed to be miserable.
What are facts but compromises? A fact merely marks the point where we have agreed to let investigation cease.
I've never really subscribed to the theory that repression breeds rebellion. I don't think that's really true.
Every progressive movement in U.S. history has been portrayed negatively by the media at the time it happened.
They don't ask much of you. They only want you to hate the things you love and to love the things you despise.
We were never tragedies. We were emergencies. You go ahead, call 9-1-1. Tell them I'm havin' a fantastic time.
It is stupid to grieve for the loss of a girl friend: you might never have met her, so you can do without her.
There is nothing fine about being a child: it is fine, when we are old, to look back to when we were children.
And over your unconsecrated head you'll hear the howling wolves lament their fate and yours the livelong year.
I am unable to understand how a man of honor could take a newspaper in his hands without a shudder of disgust.
Those who preach god, need god Those who preach peace do not have peace Those who preach love do not have love
like the fox I run with the hunted and if I’m not the happiest man on earth I’m surely the luckiest man alive.
In a more universal sense, we only get one thing. You know...a head stone if we're lucky; if not, green grass.
In the modern world the intelligence of public opinion is the one indispensable condition for social progress.
When I hear Khmer poets, when they recite their poems, I know what they're talking about, I get it right away.
What a vast difference there is between the barbarism that precedes culture and the barbarism that follows it.
Human imagination is not simply our means of reaching out to God but God's means of manifesting himself to us.
Poetry has no investment in anything besides openness. It's not arguing a point. It's creating an environment.
The loser, when a game of dice is done, remains behind reviewing every roll sadly, and sadly wiser, and alone.
…all things created have an order in themselves, and this begets the form that lets the universe resemble God.
There's a fierce practicality and empiricism which the whole imaginative, lyrical aspect of poetry comes from.
my pleasure was in the strength of my back, in my noble shoulders, the cool smooth flesh cylinders of my arms.
Mountain, mountain, mountain, marking time. Each nameless, wall beyond wall, wavering redefinition of horizon.
But I am not political in the current events sense, and I have never wanted anyone to read my poetry that way.
American poetry, like American painting, is always personal with an emphasis on the individuality of the poet.
Years are only garments, and you either wear them with style all your life, or else you go dowdy to the grave.
And there was that poor sucker Flaubert rolling around on his floor for three days looking for the right word.
There was nothing separate about her days. Like drops on the window-pane, they ran together and trickled away.
The only man, woman, or child who wrote a simple declarative sentence with seven grammatical errors "is dead."
Determination is the thing on which you can depend. It plods along without a swing, but gets there in the end.
For Age is not alone of time, or we should never see men old and bent at forty and men young at seventy-three.
Immortality is not a gift, Immortality is an achievement; And only those who strive mightily Shall possess it.
A large nose is in fact the sign of an affable man, good, courteous, witty, liberal, courageous, such as I am.
Pour out the wine without restraint or stay, Pour not by cups, but by the bellyful, Pour out to all that wull.
Tea does our fancy aid, Repress those vapours which the head invade, And keeps that palace of the soul serene.
Heap not on this mound roses that she loved so well; why bewilder her with roses that she cannot see or smell.
On and on eternally Shall your altered fluid run, Bud and bloom and go to seed; But your singing days are done
IN April 1882 my father died; and I was at once whirled out of my land of dreams into a very different sphere.
I need to live like that crooked tree--... that knelt down in the hardest winds but could not be blasted away.
I found a comfort in trying to solve some poetic problems because there were human ones I just couldn't solve.
And thus we all are nighing The truth we fear to know: Death will end our crying For friends that come and go.
Kiss me with rain on your eyelashes, come on, let us sway together, under the trees, and to hell with thunder.
God is indeed a jealous God. He cannot bear to see, that we had rather not with him, but with each other play.
Strangely, Dante's Divine Comedy did not produce a prose of that creative height or it did so after centuries.
I never was but an isolated bon vivant, which is absurd; or a mystic bon vivant, which is an impossible thing.
Other vices make their own way; this makes way for all vices. He that is a drunkard is qualified for all vice.
Put off thy cares with thy clothes; so shall thy rest strengthen thy labor, and so thy labor sweeten thy rest.
Deeper meaning resides in the fairy tales told to me in my childhood than in the truth that is taught by life.
No doubt the artist is the child of his time; but woe to him if he is also its disciple, or even its favorite.
Looking about I see no cherry blossoms And no crimson leaves A straw-thatched hut by a bay In the autumn dusk.