“I do not trust the truth. It shifts into reality.”

“I loved you for a thousand years and missed you in all of them.”

“The longer the silence remains untouched the longer the miscommunication creates its own stories.”

“I think the way the sun shines on you has nothing to do with the sun but everything to do with you.”

“When I feel too much and the universe aches inside of me.”

“I see the beauty in you, and the darkness. Both are brilliant.”

“Oh, Death was never enemy of ours!We laughed at him, we leagued with him, old chum.No soldier's paid to kick against His powers.We laughed, knowing that better men would come,And greater wars: whe...”

“I grew up in this town, my poetry was born between the hill and the river, it took its voice from the rain, and like the timber, it steeped itself in the forests.”

“It is strange how a scrap of poetry works in the mind and makes the legs move in time to it along the road.”

“Im not a woman you bring home to Mother, pick out china patterns with, or Mary forefend, breed. Ive seen a chunk of the universe, true, but theres still so much more to see. I doubt Ill ever cure t...”

“My hope, my heaven, my trust must be,My gentle guide, in following thee.”

“Amory took to writing poetry on spring afternoons, in the gardens of the big estates near Princeton, while swans made effective atmosphere in the artificial pools, and slow clouds sailed harmonious...”

“When you find yourself writing, reading, or listening the delivery of words when spoken? You know the melody of wordplay. & I love Wordplay”

“And perhaps, I'm a Tuesday night and you're a Wednesday morning the way we'll never even notice how we blend into each other.”