586 quotes found
“...if you want your own distinctive voice, you first have to become someone...”
“...my writing is a wild mustang - more thunderous than a lightning storm -and all my skill which I call art, is devoted to simply staying on...”
“...that icy glass reduces your beauty - dims your fire - let me be your mirror...”
“...dark furrow lines grid the snow, punctuated by orange abacus beads of pumpkins - now the crows own the field...”
“...these vignettes I sketch for you - what are they? watercolors ..yes and dreams blurred with tears ...”
“...when I think of you it's with tears, because no one else has such delicate hands that can reach into my soul and calm my fears...”
“...you are not what you seem - you're a Sylph - you leave and the air retains your image - you haunt me...”
“fingers of wind combed the lake into ridges—icy palm prints glistened wherever it rested”
“...Ah, but the Moon my Love is jealous, and can you blame him? You outshine him with your virtues...”
“...I don't want what other men see in you- you the you I want is invisible but it is the part of you I really love...”
“...a bard's down-to-earth love: My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun; Coral is far more red and when she walks, treads on the ground...”
“...you called me poet-priest - I am. ...devoted to my art, faithful to you...or, is the other way around?...”
“...what else would a poet priest do on an endless night, but write of love?...”
“...I guess you're right - I am a priest - I offer sacrifices - so take this line, I want you to have something of mine...”
“...I'm shy in person - so afraid to confess my love - I need a go-between - our mutual friend, the Moon...”
“...I live with regrets - the bittersweet loss of innocence - the red track of the moon upon the lake - the inability to return and do it again...”
“...Neruda was right about all mysterious women - The moon lives in the lining of their skin...”
“...winter crescent resting in the high pine bough - you fly through the woods like a lone snow bird...”
“...a dream isn't a wish - it's an altered state of consciousness ...”
“...I prefer rain -sometimes I feel sunlight will turn me to stone - perhaps I'm a Troll...”
