191 quotes found
“Even when poetry has a meaning, as it usually has, it may be inadvisable to draw it out. Perfect understanding will sometimes almost extinguish pleasure.”
“. . . distant as the death of grocery chickens.”
“Blessed is the covenant of love, the covenant of mercy, useless light behind the terror, deathless song in the house of night.”
“Blessed are you who circled desire with a blade, and the garden with fiery swords, and heaven and earth with a word.”
“Though I love your company, your instructions are wasted her. I will always choose the woman who caries me off, I will always sit with the family of loneliness.”
“the light too brief to finish any work —the woman seeks to amplify the dark”
“Over the mountain growths, disease and sorrow, An uncaught bird is ever hovering, hovering,High in the purer, happier air.”
“Truth is everywhere, and easily seen.Believing one’s eyesIs the difficulty.”
“Cactus AndanteIn the desert of Peru grows a cactus with legs.This plant from the Cactus family is the only highly developed flowering plant that has been noticed walking. Cactus Andante is also kno...”
“No Brasil não há outonomas as folhas caem- In Brazil there is no autumnbut the leaves fall”
“Sorrows of Werther William Makepeace Thackeray (1811–63) WERTHER had a love for Charlotte Such as words could never utter; Would you know how first he met her? She was cutting bread and butter. Cha...”
“It was not Death, for I stood up,And all the Dead, lie down—It was not Night, for all the BellsPut out their Tongues, for Noon.”
“I AM 27 YEARS OLD"If as a baby you can remain,Then in my bosom you’d always stay.And my need to love and care,Will only grow stronger without shadow or fear.By no one could my love be taken away, F...”
“The gristle of the underneath stings in the air of responsibility.”
“The vertical manThough we value noneBut the horizontal one.”
“The poet Mallarmé listened to the painter Degas complaining about his inability to write poems even though “he was full of ideas.” “My dear Degas,” Mallarmé responded, “poems are not made out of id...”
“Each oneFrom one’s little nooseCranes outYells and shoutsGroans aloudAnd grows stoutAnd the noose tightensLeaving no way to creap outTill at the endSwollenSpent outBecomes silent.I am also having m...”
“...make a poem that does not disturb the silence from which it came." Wendell Berry”
“Thou therefore on these Herbs, and Fruits, and Flow'rsFeed first, on each Beast next, and Fish, and Fowl, No homely morsels, and whatever thingThe Scyth of Time mows down, devour unspar'd, Till I i...”
“But he who feels too much,He soars in angels’ tears of joy...”
