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A.E. Housman
Therefore, since the world has stillMuch good, but much less good than ill,And while the sun and moon endureLuck's a chance, but trouble's sure,I'd face it as a wise man would,And train for ill and not for good.
Aberjhani
The birth of a true poet is neither an insignificant event nor an easy delivery. Complications generally begin long before the fated soul carries its dubious light into whatever womb has been kind enough to volunteer the intricate machinery of its blood and prayers and muscles for a gestation period much longer than nine months or even nine years.
Aberjhani
At the edge of madness you howl diamonds and pearls.
Aberjhani
A poet is a verb that blossoms light in gardens of dawn, or sometimes midnight.
Aberjhani
You are the hybrids of golden worlds and ages splendidly conceived.
Allen Ginsberg
Poets are damned… but see with the eyes of angels.
André Breton
The pure playfulness of certain wholly whimsical portions of (Charles) Cros's work should not obscure the fact that at the center of some of his most beautiful poems a revolver is leveled straight at us.
Annie Finch
. . .criticism is to poetry as air is to a noise: it allows it to be heard; and even if we can't see it or feel it, it is there, shaping how we hear.
Annie Finch
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.
Annie Finch
the next time you hear someone in a workshop remarking on how good a particular free-verse line or passage sounds, scan it. The odds are that it will fall into a regular metrical pattern.
Arthur Rimbaud
The poet, therefore, is truly the thief of fire.He is responsible for humanity, for animals even; he will have to make sure his visions can be smelled, fondled, listened to; if what he brings back from beyond has form, he gives it form; if it has none, he gives it none. A language must be found…of the soul, for the soul and will include everything: perfumes, sounds colors, thought grappling with thought
Arthur Schopenhauer
A poet or philosopher should have no fault to find with his age if it only permits him to do his work undisturbed in his own corner; nor with his fate if the corner granted him allows of his following his vocation without having to think about other people.
Arzum Uzun
In this storyI am the poetYou're the poetry.
Ava
i wanted to destroy you.you are mine to ruin.something so beautifulshould only exist for me.
Ava
you wanted it all to make senseand you wanted the most complicated answer, but the answer is simple.just be.
Ava
you came in slowly like the fog and consumed me.
Ava
we talk of plans that are going to happen.we talk of the future,as if we know we will last.there is a sort of comfort in that.
Ava
i took a night drive.i needed to get away.i needed to knowit's okay to goand have no destination,where time moves slowor doesn't exist.that life can be like this,aimless wandering,just breathing,living,driving forever underneath the stars.
Ava
we get brave.we move.we believe.we keep going.
Ava
i feel everything.i do not know how to un-feeland to not feelis to stop the sun.
Ava
love is my thighs,this belly,my eyes.love is my speech,the search,my cry.love is myself in the mirror.i will see love every time.
Ava
you giver of light.you lover of love.you beautifulbeautifulhuman being you.
Ava
there's always been a little sadnessinside my happiness.i've never been able to separate the two.
Ava
i am soft again.there is water and it surrounds me.there is feeling and i can feel it.i am awake and aliveand swollen and heavy with love.i am changingand i am loving change.
Ava
the woman is rain,and when she falls,she is a monsoon.to love her is to drown.
Ava
every choice i have ever made after you existedhas been dependent on exactlyhow close i can have you next to meand how long i can get you to stay.
Ava
woman-another word for beginning.another word for revolution.another word for healing.another word for being.another word for me.
Ava
i am changingand i am loving change.
Ava
i open for you like a flower.i let you in like a new day.
AVA.
we talk of plans that are going to happen.we talk of the future, as if we know we will last.there is a sort of comfort in that.
AVA.
remember you are capable of the most powerful thing in the universe.you are capable of love.
AVA.
i'm so hookedon how your mind works,on what you notice,on everything that excites you.i'm so caught up inhow you see the world,how you see everythingand still offer up your lovefor all to take it.you give me a glimpse of your heartand i can't tell youhow much you turn me on.
AVA.
no one needs love from youmore than you need love from you.love yourself first,and you will always be in love.
AVA.
there's always been a little sadness inside my happiness.i've never been able to separate the two.
AVA.
i know it all ends the same,but i was interested in seeinghow you would break my heart.
AVA.
i am awake and aliveand swollen and heavywith love.
AVA.
i just want to be honest about my feelings without destroying everything.
AVA.
i took it off.i did not want to carry it with me anymore.
AVA.
i am like the moon--sometimes, full.sometimes, black.sometimes,forever and ever alone.
AVA.
love is myself in the mirror.i will see love every time.
AVA.
let your love cover me like skin.i want the whole world to see.
AVA.
hold company with yourself so sacredthat even when you are alone,you are whole.
Avijeet Das
We have conversations with each other most nights - Sylvia Plath and me!
Barbara Pym
She knew exactly how she ought to feel, for she was well read in our greater and lesser English poets, but the unfortunate fact was that she did not really like being kissed at all.
Benny Bellamacina
The life we're given is on a thread, so wear it well.
Carolyn Kizer
Poets are interested primarily in death and commas.
Caryll Houselander
The Child Christ lives on from generation to generation in the poets, very often the frailest of men but men whose frailty is redeemed by a child's unworldliness, by a child's delight in loveliness, by the spirit of wonder.Christ was a poet, and all through His life the Child remains perfect in Him. It was the poet, the unworldly poet, who was King of the invisible kingdom; the priests and rulers could not understand that. The poets understand it, and they, too, are kings of the invisible kingdom, vassal kings of the Lord of Love, and their crowns are crowns of thorns indeed.
Charlotte Eriksson
I never have time to write anymore. And when I do I only write about how I never have time. It's work and it's money and I've written more lists than songs lately. I stay up all night to do all these things I need to do, be all these things I want to be, playing with shadows in the darkness that shouldn't be able to exist. Empty bottles and cigarettes while watching the sunrise, why do I complain? I have it all, everything I ever asked for.
Christina Strigas
I loved you for a thousand years and missed you in all of them.
Criss Jami
A poet should be so crafty with words that he is envied even for his pains.
David J. Delaney
A true poet is one who can appreciate the disciplines and structures of any and all styles of poetry.
Debasish Mridha
For a poet reality is mysterious, imaginations are magical, and perceptions are magnificent.
Dejan Stojanovic
God is busy and has no time for you.
Dejan Stojanovic
What we call life is only talk of nature.
Dejan Stojanovic
It's not easy to write a poem about a poem.
Dejan Stojanovic
To hear never-heard sounds, To see never-seen colors and shapes, To try to understand the imperceptible Power pervading the world; To fly and find pure ethereal substances That are not of matter But of that invisible soul pervading reality. To hear another soul and to whisper to another soul; To be a lantern in the darkness Or an umbrella in a stormy day; To feel much more than know. To be the eyes of an eagle, slope of a mountain; To be a wave understanding the influence of the moon; To be a tree and read the memory of the leaves; To be an insignificant pedestrian on the streets Of crazy cities watching, watching, and watching. To be a smile on the face of a woman And shine in her memory As a moment saved without planning.
Dejan Stojanovic
Sound unbound by nature becomes bounded by art.
Dejan Stojanovic
From whichever side I start, I think I am in an old place where others have been before me.
Dejan Stojanovic
When following God, Zero we never find.
Dejan Stojanovic
For a game, you don't need a teacher.
Dejan Stojanovic
You don't know anything, but I know even less.
Dejan Stojanovic
There can be no forced inspiration.
Dejan Stojanovic
In the essence of truth lies deceit.
Dejan Stojanovic
They grew; they did not talk about growing.
Dejan Stojanovic
Accidents are not accidents but precise arrivals at the wrong right time.
Dejan Stojanovic
The world is God's salvation.
Dejan Stojanovic
Different languages, the same thoughts; servant to thoughts and their masters.
Dejan Stojanovic
Omnipotence and omniscience are the end of power and knowledge.
Dejan Stojanovic
I wanted to write the most beautiful poem but that is impossible; the world has written its own.
Dejan Stojanovic
God is a cloud from which rain fell.
Dejan Stojanovic
Without space, there is no time.
Dejan Stojanovic
A smiling lie is a whirlwind, easy to enter, but hard to escape.
Dejan Stojanovic
Hope without love is hopeless.
Dejan Stojanovic
Faith is a question of eyesight; even the blind can see that.
Dejan Stojanovic
Two forces create eternity
Dejan Stojanovic
Serious affairs and history are carefully laid snares for the uninformed.
Dejan Stojanovic
A versifier passes through the sound; sounds go through a poet.
Dejan Stojanovic
You mark and celebrate errors, transforming failures into successes.
Dejan Stojanovic
Even if you are alone you wage war with yourself.
Dejan Stojanovic
If we were to understand how important it is to say something and say it well, maybe we wouldn't write a single word, but that would be tragic.
Dejan Stojanovic
Pose your questions to people and you will get countless useless answers.
Dejan Stojanovic
Cosmos is God, who whispered the syllable of life.
Dejan Stojanovic
Nothing is inanimate; what is the rest is our interpretation.
Dejan Stojanovic
He did not waste time in a vain search for a place in history.
Dejan Stojanovic
The same word we love and hate, leaves in different directions, taking different paths.
Dejan Stojanovic
A big desire is not enough to meet the expectations of lost dreams.
Dejan Stojanovic
We don't know anything about silent sages, buried knowledge, the eye of the mute poet, serene seers, yet how many talkative destroyers, prophets and ideologues, teachers and beautifiers there are on the other side.
Dejan Stojanovic
Creators of history always play with our impotence and our ignorance.
Dejan Stojanovic
You not only are hunted by others, you unknowingly hunt yourself.
E.L. Konigsburg
For the novelist or poet, for the scientist or artist, the question is not where do ideas come from, the question is how they come. The how is the mystery. The how is fragile.
E.M. Forster
It isn't possible to love and part. You will wish that it was. You can transmute love, ignore it, muddle it, but you can never pull it out of you. I know by experience that the poets are right: love is eternal.
Edward Carpenter
In the case of Michel Angelo we have an artist who with brush and chisel portrayed literally thousands of human forms; but with this peculiarity, that while scores and scores of his male figures are obviously suffused and inspired by a romantic sentiment, there is hardly one of his female figures that is so,
Edward Carpenter
In the case of Michel Angelo we have an artist who with brush and chisel portrayed literally thousands of human forms; but with this peculiarity, that while scores and scores of his male figures are obviously suffused and inspired by a romantic sentiment, there is hardly one of his female figures that is so,
Emma Ghent Curtis
Behold yon rough and flinty roadWhere youth, now youth no more,Gropes whining, seeking crumbs of loavesHe cast away of yore.
Ernest Hemingway
I had never known any man to die while speaking in terza-rima
Friedrich Nietzsche
Poets are shameless with their experiences: they exploit them.
Gaston Bachelard
We must listen to poets.
Greg Bear
Once, poets were magicians. Poets were strong, stronger than warriors or kings
Gustave Flaubert
When one does something, one must do it wholly and well. Those bastard existences where you sell suet all day and write poetry at night are made for mediocre minds
Gustave Flaubert
When one does something, one must do it wholly and well. Those bastard existences where you sell suet all day and write poetry at night are made for mediocre minds
Gustave Flaubert
When one does something, one must do it wholly and well. Those bastard existences where you sell suet all day and write poetry at night are made for mediocre minds
H. P. Lovecraft
But are not the dreams of poets and the tales of travellers notoriously false?
H.D.
...if you do not even understand what words say,how can you expect to pass judgementon what words conceal?
Helen Vendler
One could say that artists are people who think naturally in highly patterned ways.
Henry Blake Fuller
Traps! he said. Never in the world! Don't think it! Why, Gower is just a necessary olf bore. Nobody's supposed to know much about him--except instructors and their hapless students.
Jacob Nordby
Blessed are the weird people: poets, misfits, writersmystics, painters, troubadoursfor they teach us to see the world through different eyes.
Jacqueline Carey
Battle for the sake of honor may be a fine thing for bards to sing of, but it is no way to preserve one's homeland
James Baldwin
The poet or the revolutionary is there to articulate the necessity, but until the people themselves apprehend it, nothing can happen ... Perhaps it can't be done without the poet, but it certainly can't be done without the people. The poet and the people get on generally very badly, and yet they need each other. The poet knows it sooner than the people do. The people usually know it after the poet is dead; but that's all right. The point is to get your work done, and your work is to change the world.
Jane Austen
Her pleasure in the walk must arise from the exercise and the day, from the view of the last smiles of the year upon the tawny leaves and withered hedges, and from repeating to herself some few of the thousand poetical descriptions extant of autumn--that season of peculiar and inexhaustible influence on the mind of taste and tenderness--that season which has drawn from every poet worthy of being read some attempt at description, or some lines of feeling.
Jane Kenyon
The poet's job is to put into words those feelings we all have that are so deep, so important, and yet so difficult to name, to tell the truth in such a beautiful way, that people cannot live without it.
Jenim Dibie
You ask me to write you a poem,I pen you an empty ocean,You run away.You ask me who I am,I paint you a breaking sky,You weep in the rain.
Jenim Dibie
As I read you I fell in love with the holes between your words and I loved you most on the days you could not love yourself.
Jenim Dibie
Poetry is a storm asking peace to dance with her.
Jenim Dibie
We write to go on living, after we have died.
Jenim Dibie
You are alone,So alone,You speak back to silence.People call it loneliness,You call it solitude,Different words,Meaning the same pain.
Jenim Dibie
If God could transcribe my heart, it'd still read I love you.
Jess C. Scott
Maybe you could be mine / or maybe we'll be entwined / aimless in this sexless foreplay.
Jessie B. Rittenhouse
I bargained with Life for a penny,And Life would pay no more, However I begged at eveningWhen I counted my scanty store;For Life is just an employer,He gives you what you ask,But once you have set the wages,Why, you must bear the task.I worked for a menial's hire,Only to learn, dismayed,That any wage I had asked of Life,Life would have paid.
John Berryman
Them lady poets must not marry, pal.
John Berryman
Them lady poets must not marry, pal . . . It is a true error to marry with poets / or to be by them.
Joy Harjo
Bless the poets, the workers for justice, the dancers of ceremony, the singers of heartache, the visionaries, all makers and carriers of fresh meaning
Julian Barnes
Everything you invent is true: you can be sure of that. Poetry is a subject as precise as geometry.
Julio Cortázar
I am talking about the responsibility of the poet, who is irresponsible by definition, an anarchist enamored of a solar order and never of the new order or whatever slogan makes five or six hundred million men march in step in a parody of order.
Julio Cortázar
Thirsty for being, the poet ceaselessly reaches out to reality, seeking with the indefatigable harpoon of the poem a reality that is always better hidden, more re(g)al. The poem's power is as an instrument of possession but at the same time, ineffably, it expresses the desire for possession, like a net that fishes by itself, a hook that is also the desire of the fish. To be a poet is to desire and, at the same time, to obtain, in the exact shape of the desire.
Karen Tei Yamashita
Then you are a poet?' she asked, fingering the flyer in her pocket.'No not at all,' he waved his hand. 'I am merely a character in a poem.
Kate Christensen
My sudden, unforeseen capitulation had knocked me backward, and I had nothing to hold on to. My internal weather was eerily calm, as if in a tornado's aftermath, birdsong, sunshine, supersaturated colors, wreckage all around, and myself, dazed and limping.
Katerina Stoykova Klemer
Writing poetry is supernatural. Or, it should be.
Kathleen Driskell
I recall that now and I recall everything for what do we have but the past to parent us?
Kilroy J. Oldster
Silken strings composing the harpsichord of life accommodate a score of emotional tidings. An orchestra of linked heartbeats strumming the melodious prose of our collective intones gives rise to sonnets of melancholy, producing an illimitable libretto stretching from the milky dawn of newborn's amaranth life to the speckled sunsets of gentle souls whom we cherish.
Kyoko Yoshida
If rewriting equals rereading, we must logically conclude that writing is reading. If this is indeed the case, how could we possibly write under a ban on reading? The only way left is mouth-to-mouth
Lisa Washington
GIVING - Applied tithing is so rewarding. When you give away your time, talent, and treasures you create a huge shift in your prosperity consciousness. So start where you are as you reach for where it is you want to be.
Ljupka Cvetanova
Poets, you always write about women worth dying for. Write, for a change, something about the ones worth living for!
Lucia Perillo
It is ferocious, life, but it must eat . . .
Ludvig Holberg
En gammel Poët haver sagt: Nulla fides pietasqve viris, qvi castra seqvuntur: Man finder hverken Redelighed eller Gudsfrygt i Krigs-Standen. Men, saasom det er Poëter tilladt at lyve saa meget som dem lyster, saa reflecterer ingen meget her paa.
Major Jackson
. . . poetry, like all imaginative creations, divines the human enterprise. This is poetry's social value.
Marty Rubin
Be a poet in action as well as in words.
Mary Karr
I'd spent way more years worrying about how to look like a poet -- buying black clothes, smearing on scarlet lipstick, languidly draping myself over thrift-store furniture -- than I had learning how to assemble words in some discernible order.
Mary Oliver
I could not be a poet without the natural world. Someone else could. But not me. For me the door to the woods is the door to the temple.
Michael Meade
Each young person is a poet of sorts, trying to sort out the poetics of their inner life and its relation to the great world around it. Each elder is a philosopher of sorts, trying to sort out the meanings and gleanings of a life as well as the necessary implications of the presence of death.
Mokokoma Mokhonoana
Some writers write to forget. Some forget to write.
Oscar Wilde
The arts that have escaped [uniformity] best are the arts in which the public take no interest. Poetry is an instance of what I mean. We have been able to have fine poetry in England because the public do not read it, and consequently do not influence it.
Pablo Neruda
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.
Paul Éluard
The poet is much more the one who inspires,than the one who is inspired.
Plato
Poets utter great and wise things which they do not themselves understand.
Rick Yancey
Poets never die, I thought. They just fail in the end.
Robert Frost
Nor is there wanting in the pressSome spirit to stand simply forth,Heroic in it nakedness,Against the uttermost of earth.The tale of earth's unhonored thingsSounds nobler there than 'neath the sun;And the mind whirls and the heart sings,And a shout greets the daring one.
Robert G. Ingersoll
Is it possible that the Pentateuch could not have been written by uninspired men? that the assistance of God was necessary to produce these books? Is it possible that Galilei ascertained the mechanical principles of 'Virtual Velocity,' the laws of falling bodies and of all motion; that Copernicus ascertained the true position of the earth and accounted for all celestial phenomena; that Kepler discovered his three laws
Robert G. Ingersoll
Is it possible that the Pentateuch could not have been written by uninspired men? that the assistance of God was necessary to produce these books? Is it possible that Galilei ascertained the mechanical principles of 'Virtual Velocity,' the laws of falling bodies and of all motion; that Copernicus ascertained the true position of the earth and accounted for all celestial phenomena; that Kepler discovered his three laws
Robert G. Ingersoll
Is it possible that the Pentateuch could not have been written by uninspired men? that the assistance of God was necessary to produce these books? Is it possible that Galilei ascertained the mechanical principles of 'Virtual Velocity,' the laws of falling bodies and of all motion; that Copernicus ascertained the true position of the earth and accounted for all celestial phenomena; that Kepler discovered his three laws
Robert G. Ingersoll
Is it possible that the Pentateuch could not have been written by uninspired men? that the assistance of God was necessary to produce these books? Is it possible that Galilei ascertained the mechanical principles of 'Virtual Velocity,' the laws of falling bodies and of all motion; that Copernicus ascertained the true position of the earth and accounted for all celestial phenomena; that Kepler discovered his three laws
Robert Graves
There's no money in poetry, but there's no poetry in money, either
Robert Hass
August is dust here. Droughtstuns the road,but juice gathers in the berries.
Salman Rushdie
A poet's work . . . to name the unnamable, to point at frauds, to take sides, start arguments, shape the world and stop it from going to sleep.
Sanhita Baruah
You write poems with your fingertipsAnd I keep listening to the songs written on my skinBy some distant dream, similar wordsBut the verses never meet...
Sanober Khan
Whatever you get out of poetry - take it. take it. take it. Words are better off felt than understood.
Sanober Khan
A single poem, alonecan turn tidesscatter galaxiesand burst forth with riversfrom paradise.
Sanober Khan
because some thingssometimesaren't ours to hold,but just beautiful to listen to.
Sanober Khan
If I began to drawmyself away from youwe'd still be liketwo mixed colors of paintimpossible to separate.
Sanober Khan
depth and substance.the two most exquisite qualities. be it in a poemor a person.
Sanober Khan
Watch, how the sunslowly risesfrom behind my earnew lines, new countriesspring up in my palmsmy rough hairbecome swaying silkand all the leavesin my bodybecome lusher than fruits.
Sanober Khan
your smile.is the ultimategolden dream.all the poemsin the worldare waking up from.
Sanober Khan
i have laughedmore than daffodilsand cried more than June.
Sanober Khan
To fall in love with someone's thoughts - the most intimate, splendid romance.
Sanober Khan
a silent night. - the most eloquent poem i have ever read.
Sanober Khan
May our twilights mix togetherlike breath and breathlessness.
Sanober Khan
the intensityin your eyesburns my penas i write.
Sanober Khan
poetrymelts my bones.enters my blood.and changesits composition.
Sanober Khan
a flower knows, when its butterfly will return, and if the moon walks out, the sky will understand;but now it hurts, to watch you leave so soon,when I don't know, if you will ever come back.
Sanober Khan
We hold on to poetry because it lights a fire in our soul and keeps our bodies warm.
Sanober Khan
i want to be in love with youthe same wayi am in love with the moonwith the lightshiningout of its soul.
Sanober Khan
it was the kind of moonthat I would want to send back to my ancestorsand gift to my descendantsso they know that I too,have been bruised...by beauty.
Sanober Khan
Not words. nor laughter. but rather someonewho will fall in lovewith your silence.
Sanober Khan
in a worldfull oftemporary thingsyou area perpetual feeling.
Sanober Khan
a single poemthe thing that can keep melight on my feet,when my soul isheavy with sorrow.
Sanober Khan
i writebecauseit is the only wayi can reach you.
Seamus Heaney
I suppose I'm saying that defiance is actually part of the lyric job
Socrates
I decided that it was not wisdom that enabled [poets] to write their poetry, but a kind of instinct or inspiration, such as you find in seers and prophets who deliver all their sublime messages without knowing in the least what they mean.
Stephanie Lahart
I am Stephanie Lahart! An intelligent, empowered, and confident Black Queen. Purposely Fearless!
Søren Kierkegaard
A poet is not an apostle; he drives out devils only by the power of the devil.
Søren Kierkegaard
A poet is an unhappy being whose heart is torn by secret suffrings, but whose lips are so strangely formed that when the sighs and the cries escape them, they sound like beautiful music. People corwd around the poet and say to him: Sing for us soon again; that is as much to say, May new sufferings torment your soul.
Tanzy Sayadi
The aching in my chest isn't because I miss you,it's realizing that you have become someone I no longer know,your fears, your 4 am thoughts, your achievements,are things I no longer have an equivalent to.Who we were and who we are are four different people, and the me from now doesn't relate to the me from then, let alone to the you from now.-Tanzy Sayadi and Jarod Kintz
Traci Lea LaRussa
The Throes of Poetry - Hymns formed from groans of acquaintance, its rhythm weaving between tranquility, compassions, and peril - like bare feet stomping on broken glass - bleeds, recoils, then steps again.
W.H. Auden
Language is the mother, not the handmaiden, of thought; words will tell you things you never thought or felt before.
W.H. Auden
Poetry makes nothing happen.
W.H. Auden
no poet can know what his poem is going to be like until he has written it.
Wallace Stevens
A pear should come to the table popped with juice,Ripened in warmth and served in warmth. On termsLike these, autumn beguiles the fatalist.
Wallace Stevens
A poem is a meteor.
Walt Whitman
I act as the tongue of you,... tied in your mouth . . . . in mine it begins to be loosened.
Walter Lowenfels
We are all poets, really.
Wendell Berry
Want of imagination makes things unreal enough to be destroyed. By imagination I mean knowledge and love. I mean compassion. People of power kill children, the old send the young to die, because they have no imagination. They have power. Can you have power and imagination at the same time? Can you kill people you don't know and have compassion for them at the same time?
Wendell Berry
Again I resume the longlesson: how small a thingcan be pleasing, how littlein this hard world it takesto satisfy the mindand bring it to its rest.
William H. Gass
Freud thought that a psychosis was a waking dream, and that poets were daydreamers too, but I wonder if the reverse is not as often true, and that madness is a fiction lived in like a rented house
William Knox
Tis the wink of an eye, 'tis the draught of a breath,From the blossom of health to the paleness of death,From the gilded saloon to the bier and the shroud-Oh! why should the spirit of mortal be proud?
William Stafford
They say that history is going on somewhere.They say it won't stop. I have heldOne picture still for a long time and waited.
William Stafford
This dream the world is having about itselfincludes a trace on the plains of the Oregon trail,a groove in the grass my father showed us allone day while meadowlarks were trying to tellsomething better about to happen.
Yarro Rai
Love doesn't make you a poet; it makes you poetry.
Yiannis Ritsos
When there's a moon the shadows in the house grow larger;invisible hands draw back the curtains,a pallid finger writes forgotten words on dustof the piano...
Yiannis Ritsos
… the fisherman's daughter grinding serenity in her coffee grinder.