Poetry is the shadow cast by our streetlight imaginations.
Extinguish my eyes, I'll go on seeing you. Seal my ears, I'll go on hearing you. And without feet I can make my way to you, without a mouth I can swear your name. Break off my arms, I'll take hold of you with my heart as with a hand. Stop my heart, and my brain will start to beat. And if you consume my brain with fire, I'll feel you burn in every drop of my blood.
Don't use the phone. People are never ready to answer it. Use poetry.
Come away, O human child! To the waters and the wild With a faery, hand in hand, For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.
Music is the universal language of mankind.
The rain to the wind said, You push and I'll pelt.' They so smote the garden bed That the flowers actually knelt, And lay lodged--though not dead. I know how the flowers felt.
Anon, who wrote so many poems without signing them, was often a woman.
April is the cruelest month, breeding lilacs out of the dead land, mixing memory and desire, stirring dull roots with spring rain.
Some of you say, Joy is greater than sorrow, and others say, Nay, sorrow is the greater. But I say unto you, they are inseparable. Together they come, and when one sits alone with you at your board, remember that the other is asleep upon your bed.
Poetry is eternal graffiti written in the heart of everyone.
Once, poets were magicians. Poets were strong, stronger than warriors or kings — stronger than old hapless gods. And they will be strong once again.
I know you're tired but come, this is the way.
Love consists of this: two solitudes that meet, protect and greet each other.
Poetry heals the wounds inflicted by reason.
listen: there’s a hell of a good universe next door; let’s go
Break a vase, and the love that reassembles the fragments is stronger than that love which took its symmetry for granted when it was whole.
Lovers alone wear sunlight.
Summer night-- even the stars are whispering to each other.
My turn shall also come: I sense the spreading of a wing.
I am awaiting perpetually and forever a renaissance of wonder