322 quotes found
“I am, a shadowthat grows longer as the sunmoves, drawn outon a thread of wonder.If I bear burdensthey begin to be rememberedas gifts, goods, a basketof bread that hurtsmy shoulders but closes mein ...”
“For [W. B.] Yeats magic was not so much a kind of poetry as poetry a kind of magic, and the object of both alike was evocation of energies and knowledge from beyond normal consciousness.”
“The search began 10 years agoTo find a nasty viscous foeThey searched in caves and undergroundBut no Bin Laden could be foundThe President full of seethingCalls his Generals to a meetingHave you lo...”
“There is an Anglo-Saxon form of riddling that plays with the polarities of words like bright and dark, cold and warm, throwing them against one another and crafting lines of rich, humorous nonsense...”
“if you eat menand still feel like youre starving, youre craving something that they cannot give.”
“there is you and you.this is a relationship.this is the most important relationship.”
“After you leftI stared at the drivewayFeeling its emptinessWondering if youd return.After you leftI thought about your questionsWishing I hadnt been so bluntWondering if I scared you away.After you...”
“The poem is sad because it wants to be yours, and cannot be.”
“A poem begins in delight and ends in wisdom.”
“However, if a poem can be reduced to a prose sentence, there can't be much to it.”
“Such a small, pure object a poem could be, made of nothing but air a tiny string of letters, maybe small enough to fit in the palm of your hand. But it could blow everybody's head off.”
“the poem doesn’t have stanzas, it has a body, the poem doesn’t have lines,/ it has blood, the poem is not written with letters, it’s written/ with grains of sand and kisses, petals and moments, sho...”
“Poems are never finished - just abandoned”
“If breath is as close as I can get,tomorrow, I’ll become the windjust to be with you again.”
“Ralph Waldo Emerson“Do not go where the path may lead, go instead where there is no path and leave a trail.”― Ralph Waldo Emerson”
“if you eat menand still feel like you’re starving, you’re craving something that they cannot give.”
“After you leftI stared at the drivewayFeeling its emptinessWondering if you’d return.After you leftI thought about your questionsWishing I hadn’t been so bluntWondering if I scared you away.After y...”
“He stepped back and threw his arms out."I'm always crazy around you Rose. Here, I'm going to write an impromptu poem for you."He tipped his head back and shouted to the sky:"Rose is in redBut never...”
“And the poem, I think, is only your voice speaking.”
