Quotes Tagged "poetry"

My house burned down But anyway, it was after The flower petals had already fallen

The princess jumped from the tower & she learned that she could fly all along - she never needed those wings

The South-wind brings Life, sunshine and desire, And on every mount and meadow Breathes aromatic fire; But over the dead he has no power, The lost, the lost, he cannot restore; And, looking over the hills, I mourn The darling who shall not return.

Even ivory towers need central heating.

Beauty makes me hopeless. I don't care why anymore I just want to get away. When I look at the city of Paris I long to wrap my legs around it. When I watch you dancing there is a heartless immensity like a sailor in a dead-calm sea. Desires as round as peaches bloom in me all night, I no longer gather what falls.

Language is fossil Poetry.

To the bottle in the ditch, to the scoop in the oats, to air in the lung let evening come. Let it come, as it will, and don't be afraid. God does not leave us comfortless, so let evening come.

Don't be afraid of poetry.

Your ability to make me feel like I was less than I was, took awhile to recover from. But after ripping my own self worth to shreds for so long, I realized that I wasn't less just because I was more than your inexperienced hands could handle.

Once a poet calls his myth a myth, he prevents the reader from treating it as a reality; we use the word 'myth' only for stories we ourselves cannot believe.

Even the most political poem is an act of faith.

God must be a season, grandma said, looking out at the blizzard drowning her garden. My footsteps on the sidewalk were the smallest flights. Dear god, if you are a season, let it be the one I passed through to get here. Here. That's all I wanted to be. I promise.

Ignorance and virtue suck on the same straw...

This is definitely / for the brothers / who ain't here.

WRITTEN IN PENCIL IN THE SEALED RAILWAY-CAR here in this carload i am eve with abel my son if you see my other son cain son of man tell him that i

You shine like love You shine like hate until I can’t remember the difference

I have had to learn the simplest things last. Which made for difficulties.

The gentle downward slope gets steeper and imperceptibly becomes an abyss.

May your love for me be like the scent of the evening sea drifting in through a quiet window so i do not have to run or chase or fall ... to feel you all i have to do is breathe.

the one who will jolt awake all the unwritten the unsung and the unlived in me. i am waiting for him.