322 quotes found
“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.”
“Sweetest smile is made saddest tear-drop!”
“The true poem rests between the words.”
“Sometimes he did not know if he slept or just thought about sleep.”
“I will meet you on the nape of your neck one day, on the surface of intention, word becoming act.We will breathe into each other the high mountain tales, where the snows come from, where the waters...”
“I do not write to you, but of you,/because the paper that we write on/is our perishable skin.”
“. . .because we had survivedsisters and brothers, daughters and sons,we discovered bones that rosefrom the dark earth and sangas white birds in the treesBecause the story of our lifebecomes our lif...”
“Imagine what you are writing about. See it and live it. Do not think it up laboriously, as if you were working out mental arithmetic. Just look at it, touch it, smell it, listen to it, turn yoursel...”
“A poem is a meteor.”
“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 doesnt have stanzas, it has a body, the poem doesnt have lines,/ it has blood, the poem is not written with letters, its written/ with grains of sand and kisses, petals and moments, shouts...”
“I notice you have the assault proof vest -So it's my fault I guess.So apparently I didn't say 'no' as loud as my clothes could say 'yes.'You see I didn't know that my no wasn't enough -I didn't und...”
“ink marks the page/where you execute your will like a doe announcing an/ox-stern mate with a single, bleary blink.”
“Poems are never finished - just abandoned”
“Tear me apart for your view.Open the window of my wounds.To catch one glimpse of youis worth a thousand cures.”
“If breath is as close as I can get,tomorrow, Ill become the windjust to be with you again.”
“Where there is love, there is no need.Where there is need, there is suffering.”
“Ralph Waldo EmersonDo not go where the path may lead, go instead where there is no path and leave a trail. Ralph Waldo Emerson”
