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On the one hand, the reality is dire, on the other, reality is always false, it is a mask covering what is coming up underneath.
Stolen sweets are always sweeter, Stolen kisses much completer, Stolen looks are nice in chapels, Stolen, stolen be your apples.
Whenever I hear a man talking of the advantages of our ill-used sex, I look upon it as the prelude to some new act of authority.
Oh, only those whose souls have felt this one idolatry can tell how precious is the slightest thing affection gives and hallows.
The truth is, we like to talk over our disasters, because they are ours; and others like to listen, because they are not theirs.
Whatever people in general do not understand, they are always prepared to dislike; the incomprehensible is always the obnoxious.
The general plot of life is sometimes shaped by the different ways genuine intelligence combines with equally genuine ignorance.
The glassblower knows: while in the heat of beginning, any shape is possible. Once hardened, the only way to change is to break.
Poetry privileges music and is aesthetically more challenging. Prose privileges information and is emotionally more challenging.
I'm going to die one day. I know it's coming for me, too. I'll be a mountain, I'll be a stone on the beach. I'll be nourishment.
It is so small a thing to have enjoyed the sun, to have lived light in the spring, to have loved, to have thought, to have done.
Why is it that we always remember that people forget; but we always forget that they remember?I used to remember...but I forgot!
Pulls readers in with an ironic, breezy portrait of sinister high school competitiveness. Deft and extraordinarily accomplished.
In Jamaica, the music is recorded for the sound system, not the iPod. It's about experiencing music together, with other people.
The actual world, not some fantastic structure that has nothing to do with reality, must provide the material for modern poetry.
When allowed to return to the class, your feelings of humility and lonesomeness will render you a much finer student and person.
The seat of the soul is where the inner world and the outer world meet. Where they overlap, it is in every point of the overlap.
Don't over-analyze your marriage; it's like yanking up a fragile indoor plant every 20 minutes to see how its roots are growing.
There is nothing constant in the universe. All ebb and flow, and every shape that's born, bears in its womb the seeds of change.
First try all other means, but if the wound Heal not, then use the knife, lest to the clean From the diseased the canker spread.
The sea's vast depths lie open to the fish; Wherever the breezes blow the bird may fly; So to the brave man every land's a home.
I do love writing prose interspersed with the poetry of other people. Their rhythms break into my prose and create a connection.
All poetry is an ordered voice, one which tries to tell you about a vision in the un-visionary language of farm, city, and love.
Idealization of a group is a natural consequence of separation from the group; in other words, it is a by-product of alienation.
Be your strong and simple words Keen to wound as sharpened swords, And wide as targes let them be, With their shade to cover ye.
If certain Critics were as clearsighted as they are malignant, how great would be the benefit to be derived from their writings!
What name to call thee by, O virgin fair, I know not, for thy looks are not of earth And more than mortal seems thy countenances
I am like a child who awakes At the light, so safe and secureFree from night's fears when dawn breaks, In Thee I am ever secure.
Reality is what we want it to be or what we do not want it to be, but it is not our wanting or our not wanting that makes it so.
This golfer has a wicked slice. And quite a follow-through. That's why his partner, who stood too close, Is on the green in two.
Never want to say anything so strongly that you give up the option of finding something better. If you have to say it, you will.
I have a high guilt quotient. A poem can go through as many as 50 or 60 drafts. It can take from a day to two years - or longer.
In working on a poem, I love to revise. Lots of younger poets don't enjoy this, but in the process of revision I discover things
I often say of George Washington that he was one of the few in the whole history of the world who was not carried away by power.
Tree at my window, window tree, My sash is lowered when night comes on; But let there never be curtain drawn Between you and me.
I don't really feel my poems are mine at all. I didn't create them out of nothing. I owe them to my relations with other people.
The butterfly, a cabbage-white, (His honest idiocy of flight) Will never now, it is too late, Master the art of flying straight.
I think art is not an ornament or refinement at the fringes of human intelligence, I think it's at the center. It's at the core.
I have some friends, some honest friends, and honest friends are few; My pipe of briar, my open fire, A book that's not too new.
Watch the indolent butterfly playing on the tall flower in the yard and think about the sun going down. It always does you know.
How do we live in a way that shows an understanding that we genuinely live in a shared world, not one that simply belongs to us?
We are called to show utter commitment to the God who is revealed in Jesus and to all those to whom His invitation is addressed.
The men of God are like fishes in the ocean; they pop up into view on the surface here and there and everywhere, as they please.
Drum sound rises on the air, its throb, my heart. A voice inside the beat says, "I know you're tired, but come. This is the way.
Look as long as you can at the friend you love, no matter whether that friend is moving away from you or coming back toward you.
We are even higher than the heavens, we are greater than angels; Why should we not transcend both? Our lodging-place is Majesty.
One may not doubt that, somehow Good Shall come of Water and of Mud; And sure, the reverent eye must see A purpose in Liquidity.
Court the society of a superior, and make much of the opportunity; for in the company of an equal thy good fortune must decline.
There is a difference between him who claspeth his mistress in his arms, and him whose eyes are fixed on the door expecting her.
To quit this troubled world is better than to enter it: the rosebud enters the garden with straitened heart and departs smiling.