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Just as the body goes into shock after a physical trauma, so does the human psyche go into shock after the impact of a major loss.
It's all a matter of history. Brandy is no solace. Librium only lies me down like a dead snow queen. Yes! I am still the criminal.
She is so naked and singular. She is the sum of yourself and your dream. Climb her like a monument, step after step. She is solid.
bike downtown, stick out tongues at the Catholics. Or form a Piss Club where we all go in the bushes and peek at each other's sex.
For I could not read or speak and on the long nights I could not turn the moon off or count the lights of cars across the ceiling.
I want to kiss God on His nose and watch Him sneeze and so do you. Not out of disrespect. Out of pique. Out of a man-to-man thing.
In holy music's golden speech Remotest notes to notes respond: Each octave is a world; yet each Vibrates to worlds beyond its own.
Let them (the wicked) see the beauty of virtue, and pine at having forsaken her. [Lat., Virtutem videant, intabescantque relicta.]
But who will watch my lilies, When their blossoms open white? By day the sun shall be sentry, And the moon and the stars by night!
Sin is what is new, strong, surprising, strange. The theatre must take an interest in sin if the young are to be able to go there.
I think voting is the lowest form of political action that you can do. A lot of times, it keeps people from doing stronger things.
If we were created in God’s image, then when God was a child he smushed fire ants with his fingertips and avoided tough questions.
You're walking by the tomb of Battiades, Who knew well how to write poetry, and enjoy Laughter at the right moment, over the wine.
I am the captain of my destiny, I do not abandon the ship in hard times, But, I do have sense enough not to go down with the ship.
Simplicity is always the secret, to a profound truth, to doing things, to writing, to painting. Life is profound in its simplicity
Writing is like going to bed with a beautiful woman and afterwards she gets up, goes to her purse and gives me a handful of money.
I am ashamed to be a member of the human race but I don't want to add any more to that shame, I want to scrape a little of it off.
I take space to be the central fact to man born in America. I spell it large because it comes large here. Large and without mercy.
A word is not the same with one writer as with another. One tears it from his guts. The other pulls it out of his overcoat pocket.
Christ the Lord is risen to-day, Sons of men and angels say. Raise your joys and triumphs high; Sing, ye heavens, and earth reply.
When I had journeyed half of our life's way, I found myself within a shadowed forest, for I had lost the path that does not stray.
The more souls who resonate together, the greater the intensity of their love... and, mirror-like... each soul reflects the other.
I saw within Its depth how It conceives All things in a single volume bound by Love of which the universe is the scattered leaves.
From perfect grief there need not beWisdom or even memory;One thing then learned remains to me -The woodspurge has a cup of three.
The self is an oral society in which the present is constantly running a dialogue with the past and the future inside of one skin.
Sometimes you are ahead of people and sometimes people have blind spots. They can't see the world and they can't see what they do.
The word and the shadow of the word / makes a thing both itself and something else / till we are metaphors and not ourselves . . .
Poetry is road maintenance for a fragmented world which seeks to be kept together. It's been an integral activity for a long time.
My problem isn't death but old age. I fret about my lack of balance, my buckling knee, my difficulty standing up and sitting down.
That would be a good thing for them to cut on my tombstone: Wherever she went, including here, it was against her better judgment.
... an ugly, lovely town ... crawling, sprawling ... by the side of a long and splendid curving shore. This sea-town was my world.
The closer I move To death, one man through his sundered hulks, The louder the sun blooms And the tusked, ramshackling sea exults.
Once we believe in ourselves, we can risk curiosity, wonder, spontaneous delight, or any experience that reveals the human spirit.
Women and men(both little and small) cared for anyone not at all they sowed their isn’t they reaped their same sun moon stars rain
Those who first oppose a good work, seize it and make it their own, when the cornerstone is laid and memorial tablets are erected.
Still falls the rain - dark as the world of man, black as our loss - blind as the nineteen hundred and forty nails upon the Cross.
Night falls fast. Today is in the past. Blown from the dark hill hither to my door Three flakes, then four Arrive, then many more.
Parrots, tortoises and redwoods live a longer life than men do; Men a longer life than dogs do; Dogs a longer life than love does.
The chamber where the good man meets his fate Is privileg'd beyond the common walk Of virtuous life, quite in the verge of heaven.
A man I knew who lived upon a smile, And well it fed him; he look'd plump and fair, While rankest venom foam'd through every vein.
Hill and valley, seas and constellations, are but stereotypes of divine ideas appealing to and answered by the living soul of man.
The highest genius never flowers in satire, but culminates in sympathy with that which is best in human nature, and appeals to it.
In masks outrageous and austere The years go by in single file; But none has merited my fear, And none has quite escaped my smile.
Against the dark background of this contemporary civilization of well-being, even the arts tend to mingle, to lose their identity.
Ay, call it holy ground, The soil where first they trod, They have left unstained, what there they found,- Freedom to worship God.
And thou art terrible--the tear, The groan, the knell, the pall, the bier; And all we know, or dream, or fear Of agony, are thine.
Poetry is a search for ways of communication; it must be conducted with openness, flexibility, and a constant readiness to listen.
Apparent failure may hold in its rough shell the germs of a success that will blossom in time, and bear fruit throughout eternity.
Whatever a guidebook says, wether or not you leave somewhere with a sense of the place is entirely a matter of smell and instinct.
Better confide and be deceiv'd, A thousand times, by treacherous foes, Than once accuse the innocent, Or let suspicion mar repose.