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I remember the way we parted, The day and the way we met; You hoped we were both broken-hearted And knew we should both forget.
To get on screen with the Talking Asshole, quite a feat. And it's certainly going to be a cult film that people will be seeing.
I write a lot, and then forget what I've written, and then come back to it and say, "Not bad, I should do something with this!"
Sunset in the ethereal waves: I cannot tell if the day is ending, or the world, or if the secret of secrets is inside me again.
You speak of beginning the education of your son. The moment he was able to form an idea his education was already begun. . . .
What to my Saviour shall I giveWho freely hath done this for me?I'll serve him here whilst I shall liveAnd Loue him to Eternity
It's a little mad, but I believe I am many people. When I am writing a poem, I feel I am the person who should have written it.
My sleeping pill is white. It is a splendid pearl; it floats me out of myself, my stung skin as alien as a loose bolt of cloth.
I put the gold star up in the front window beside the flag. Alterations is what I know and what I did: hems, gussets and seams.
There is joy in all: in the hair I brush each morning, in the Cannon towel, newly washed, that I rub my body with each morning.
I still had to correct Allen Ginsberg at times when he called women girls. I'd say. Allen please, it's not politically correct.
The magician and the politician have much in common: they both have to draw our attention away from what they are really doing.
When something seems ‘the most obvious thing in the world’ it means that any attempt to understand the world has been given up.
Discovering Samuel Beckett in college was a big deal for me. I realized you could be very funny and very dark at the same time.
I am a person who always feels like I am not doing the right thing because there's always so many things that need to get done.
Not the rich viol, trump, cymbal, nor horn, Guitar, nor cittern, nor the pining flute, Are half so sweet as tender human words.
One candle is enough. Its gentle light will be more suitable, will be more gracious when the Shades arrive, the Shades of Love.
It's not surprising to me that books ended up playing a central role in my life, but it is somewhat mysterious that poetry did.
I think poetry can help children deal with the other subjects on the curriculum by enabling them to see a subject in a new way.
We who fly do so for the love of flying. We are alive in the air with this miracle that lies in our hands and beneath our feet.
We want Realism's wealth of experience and Symbolism's depth of feeling. All art is a problem of balance between two opposites.
Modernity is the transient, the fleeting, the contingent; it is one half of art, the other being the eternal and the immovable.
Some lose all mind and become soul,insane. some lose all soul and become mind, intellectual. some lose both and become accepted
I went to the bathroom and threw some water on my face, combed my hair. If I could only comb that face, I thought, but I can't.
I can see where creation often stops while the body still lives and often does not care to. the death of life before life dies.
England, a happy land we know, Where follies naturally grow, Where without culture they arise, And tow'r above the common size.
Nations, like individuals, cannot become desperate gamblers with impunity. Punishment is sure to overtake them sooner or later.
Every contrition for sin is apt to encourage a not quite charitable wish that other people should exhibit a similar contrition.
When you make art, those things change shape into something else. It's transformation into a body of different visual elements.
It's surely summer. for there's a swallow: Come one swallow, his mate will follow, The bird race quicken and wheel and thicken.
If you have ever been called defiant, incorrigible, forward, cunning, insurgent, unruly, rebellious, you're on the right track.
Forget: Refuse to dwell; let go and loosen one's hold, particularly on memory. To forget is an active - not passive - endeavor.
If you are made for flight, intended for it, you had better find a pursuer, fast. Otherwise, all that fleeing is going nowhere.
Art, as far as it is able, follows nature, as a pupil imitates his master; thus your art must be, as it were, God's grandchild.
One ought to be afraid of nothing other then things possessed of power to do us harm, but things innoucuous need not be feared.
The glory of Him who moves everything penetrates through the universe, and is resplendent in one part more and in another less.
Give unto us this day the daily manna Without which, in this desert where we dwell, He must go backward who would most advance.
I exaggerate. I oversimplify. I generalize. But there’s no cynicism here. American poetry is a mess. Long live American poetry.
I have to do draft after draft... It takes me a long time, but I love doing it, and I have to do it every day, or I feel slack.
There's a hell of a distance between wisecracking and wit. Wit has truth in it; wisecracking is simply calisthenics with words.
Benchley and I had an office in the old Life magazine that was so tiny, if it were an inch smaller it would have been adultery.
Innocence is a desirable thing, a dainty thing, an appealing thing, in its place; but carried too far, it is merely ridiculous.
Poetry is not the most important thing in life... I'd much rather lie in a hot bath reading Agatha Christie and sucking sweets.
In youth, before I waxe' d old, The blind boy,Venus' baby, For want of cunning made me bold, In bitter hive to grope for honey.
To man, that was in th' evening made, Stars gave the first delight; Admiring, in the gloomy shade, Those little drops of light.
As a reader you have a task to do, you have something to do. You bring your experience to it. It's not all inherit in the poem.
What tender force, what dignity divine, what virtue consecrating every feature; around that neck what dross are gold and pearl!
Night, sable goddess! from her ebon throne, In rayless majesty, now stretches forth Her leaden sceptre o'er a slumbering world.
Whatever touches the nerves of motive, whatever shifts man's moral position, is mightier than steam, or calorie, or lightening.
Only the soul that knows the mighty grief can know the mighty rapture. Sorrows come to stretch out spaces in the heart for joy.