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“Paris and HelenHe called her: golden dawnShe called him: the wind whistlesHe called her: heart of the skyShe called him: message bringerHe called her: mother of pearl barley woman, rice provider, m...”
“In this quiet place on a quiet streetwhere no one ever finds usgently, lovingly, freedom gives back our pain.--from poem In a Quiet Place on a Quiet Street”
“One could say that artists are people who think naturally in highly patterned ways.”
“Criticism is like politics: if you don't make your own you are by default accepting the status quo and are finally yourself responsible for whatever the status quo does to you.”
“To the bottle in the ditch, to the scoopin the oats, to air in the lunglet evening come.Let it come, as it will, and don'tbe afraid. God does not leave uscomfortless, so let evening come.”
“I was not sorrowful, but only tiredOf everything that ever I desired.”
“I have forgot much, Cynara! gone with the wind,Flung roses, roses riotously with the throng,Dancing, to put thy pale, lost lilies out of mind;But I was desolate and sick of an old passion,Yea, all ...”
“Crowded places, I shunned them as noises too rudeAnd fled to the silence of sweet solitude.”
“No matter the disappointment, you simply cannot divorce your favorite team.”
“Hate flows from a broken spirit.”
“You cannot devote your life to an abstraction. Indeed, life shatters all abstractions in one way or another, including words such as "faith" or "belief". If God is not in the very fabric of existen...”
“On No Work of WordsOn no work of words now for three lean months in the bloodyBelly of the rich year and the big purse of my bodyI bitterly take to task my poverty and craft:To take to give is all,...”
“Poets, like fighters, both reap the benefits of roadwork.”
“We must experience certain things in life, even in our childhood, so we can later look back and value the journey.”
“Let them shoot us in the head,My blood will grow rootsand will blossom.”
“New York! I say New York, let black blood flow into your blood.Let it wash the rust from your steel joints, like an oil of life Let it give your bridges the curve of hips and supple vines. Now the ...”
“... unfools of unbeing ... means quite clearly people who are too stereotyped to be eccentric people who are too dead spiritually to exist at all and who call alive individual fools”
“If we knew how to find the lost, we would know how to rediscover the parts of our mindsleft behindin battle.”
“The secret to life is to live as though you know the secret." Barbara Botch”
“Sun-struck, stuck in mid tropic strut, it sometimes standsas if considering how to cool avian plastic,dive into the mown lagoon of lawn;how take flight on dayglow flap-doodle wings, no matterif it ...”
