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“I am suggesting that the radical of poetry lies not in theresolution of doubts but in their proliferation”
“O words are poor receipts for what time hath stole away”
“Who you are contributes to your poetry in a number of important ways, but you shouldn't identify with your poems so closely that when they are cut, you're the one that bleeds.”
“This cruel age has deflected me,like a river from this course.Strayed from its familiar shores,my changeling life has flowedinto a sister channel.How many spectacles I've missed:the curtain rising ...”
“...but it is good to be several floors up in the dead of night wondering whether you are any good or not and the only decision you can make is that you did it...”
“Slavery all day,and then, suddenly, by nightfall- freedom!”
“We aren't suggesting that mental instability or unhappiness makes one a better poet, or a poet at all; and contrary to the romantic notion of the artist suffering for his or her work, we think thes...”
“Tears upon the dry sponge of heartdo not prove I am Promethean.”
“What makes us leave what we love best?What is it inside us that keeps erasing itselfWhen we need it most,That sends us into uncertainty for its own sakeAnd holds us flush there until we begin to lo...”
“We don't read and write poetry because it's cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race.”
“I saw thee once - only once - years ago:I must not say how many - but not many.It was a July midnight; and from outA full-orbed moon, that, like thine own soul, soaring,Sought a precipitate pathway...”
“Armed I am with love. Disarmed I am.”
“I do think the barsThat kept my spirit in are burst - that IAm sailing with thee through the dizzy sky!How beautiful thou art!”
“What is this life if, full of care, We have no time to stand and stare?”
“I have been here before, But when or how I cannot tell: I know the grass beyond the door, The sweet keen smell, The sighing sound, the lights around the shore.”
“Prose: words in their best order”
“Twas noontide of summer,And mid-time of night;And stars, in their orbits,Shone pale, thro' the lightOf the brighter, cold moon,'Mid planets her slaves,Herself in the Heavens,Her beam on the waves.I...”
“I have no words alas! to tellThe loveliness of loving well!”
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“Dont write with a pen. Ink tends to give the impression the words shouldnt be changed.Write with what gives you the most sensual satisfaction.Write in a hard-covered notebook with green lined pages...”
