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Good morrow, fair ones; pray you, if you know, Where in the purlieus of this forest stands A sheep-cote fenc'd about with olive trees?
Advance our standards, set upon our foes; Our ancient word of courage, fair Saint George, Inspire us with the spleen of fiery dragons!
...What you fear will not go away; it will take you into yourself and bless you and keep you. That's the world, and we all live there.
And now I see with eye serene, The very pulse of the machine. A being breathing thoughtful breaths, A traveler between life and death.
Imagination is the means of deep insight and sympathy, the power to conceive and express images removed from normal objective reality.
A lawyer art thou? Draw not nigh! Go, carry to some fitter place The keenness of that practised eye, The hardness of that sallow face.
Let beeves and home-bred kine partake The sweets of Burn-mill meadow; The swan on still St. Mary's Lake Float double, swan and shadow!
Generally speaking, life is so rich and full of variety; you have to remember all the time that there is a comical side to everything.
By practice and conviction formed, With ancient stubbornness ingrained, Although her body clung and swarmed, My own identity remained.
Look not in my eyes, for fear They mirror true the sight I see, And there you find your face too clear And love it and be lost like me.
Poetry leads us to the unstructured sources of our beings, to the unknown, and returns us to our rational, structured selves refreshed.
Cities at daybreak are no one's, and have no names. And I, too, have no name, dawn, the stars growing pale, the train picking up speed.
You should check out William Shatner's album The Transformed Man. It will alter the way you hear poetry forever. And not in a good way.
A book of poems doesn't just come out by chance, an editor has to select it, a publisher has to distribute it or you will never see it.
Those who speak largely of the human condition are usually those most exempt from its oppressions - whether of sex, race, or servitude.
Their false compassion is called compassion and their false understanding is called understanding, for this is their most potent spell.
Poetry needs to be alive, unabashedly, and, for me, that entails seeing its complexity, the grit and grimness and jubilance and beauty.
He who tells a lie is not sensible of how great a task he undertakes; for he must be forced to invent twenty more to maintain that one.
Whenever I find a great deal of gratitude in a poor man, I take it for granted there would be as much generosity if he were a rich man.
Men, my brothers, men the workers, ever reaping something new, That which they have done but earnest of the things which they shall do.
An English homegrey twilight poured On dewy pasture, dewy trees, Softer than sleepall things in order stored, A haunt of ancient Peace.
in my dreams you walk dripping from a sea journey on the highway across America in tears to the door of my cottage in the Western night
The torrent of the reaching shade Broke shadow into all its parts, What then had been of shadow made Found exigence in fits and starts.
I am the batsman and the bat, / I am the bowler and the ball, / The umpire, the pavilion cat, / The roller, pitch, and stumps, and all.
My mind was once the true survey Of all these meadows fresh and gay; And in the greenness of the grass Did see its hopes as in a glass.
I want to write poems which are very emotional, but I would have some hesitation in saying I want to write poems which are sentimental.
We aged a hundred years, and this happened in a single hour: the short summer had already died, the body of the ploughed plains smoked.
My wardrobe is like a garden oh, I don't know how I've got the gall! My wardrobe is just like a wardrobe it's not like a garden at all!
Maybe there are only three kinds of stories: those we live, those we tell, and those that help our souls fly upwards to a greater life.
The finest plans are always ruined by the littleness of those who ought to carry them out, for emperor himself can actually be nothing.
You and I, it's as though we have been taught to kiss in heaven and sent down to earth together, to see if we know what we were taught.
Even so, one step from my grave, I believe that cruelty, spite, The powers of darkness will in time, Be crushed by the spirit of light.
The English and Americans dislike only some Irish--the same Irish that the Irish themselves detest, Irish writers--the ones that think.
Poetry, above all is a series of intense moments its power is not in narrative. I'm not dealing with facts, I'm dealing with emotion.
I can never drive my car over a bridge without thinking of suicide. I can never look at a lake or an ocean without thinking of suicide.
my 6 foot goddess makes me laugh the laughter of the mutilated who still need love... she has saved me from everything that is not here
I believe because I am told to believe ... My faith is faith; it is not evolved out of argumentation, nor does it seek the aid of that.
A healthy woman is much like a wolf: robust, chock-full, strong life force, life-giving, territorially aware, inventive, loyal, roving.
Story is far older than the art of science and psychology, and will always be the elder in the equation no matter how much time passes.
The book, 'Citizen,' begins with daily encounters, little moments, places where language reveals how racism determines how we interact.
Ramana Maharshi and Rumi would agree: the joy of being human is in uncovering the core we already are, the treasure buried in the ruin.
Grudges are for those who insist that they are owed something; forgiveness, however, is for those who are substantial enough to move on
But already my desire and my will were being turned like a wheel, all at one speed, by the Love which moves the sun and the other stars
I, answering in the end, began: 'Alas, how many yearning thoughts, what great desire, have lead them through such sorrow to their fate?
Gather a shell from the strewn beach And listen at its lips: they sigh The same desire and mystery, The echo of the whole sea's speech.
Americans are not brought up with meter. They're not brought up with poetry. If you try to get them to recite, they're too embarrassed.
Memory that yearns to join the centre, a limb remembering the body from which it has been severed, like those bamboo thighs of the god.
Day by day, be content with whatever you have and satisfied with whatever happens. Everything else will then fall naturally into place.
What ever beauty may be it has for its basis order and for its essence unity Beauty is only skin deep, but ugly goes clean to the bone.
Oh, life is a glorious cycle of song, a medley of extemporanea, And love is a thing that can never go wrong, and I am Marie of Romania.