poetry

"i do not know what it is about you that closesand opens;only something in me understandsthe voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses"

"When no one is looking,I swallow deserts and cloudsand chew on mountainsknowing they are sweet bones!When no one is lookingand I want to kiss God,I just lift my own hand to my mouth."

"You call it hope — that fire of fire!It is but agony of desire."

"A fallen blossomreturning to the bough, I thought --But no, a butterfly."

"Sometimes, looking at the many books I have at home, I feel I shall die before I come to the end of them, yet I cannot resist the temptation of buying new books. Whenever I walk into a bookstore and find a book on one of my hobbies — for example, Old English or Old Norse poetry — I say to myself, “What a pity I can’t buy that book, for I already have a copy at home."

"There's two kinds of women--those you write poems about and those you don't."

"أعرفُ أنني عندما أقع في الحبسيكون الفصل شتاءًاوستسري في جسدي قشعريرةفلن أدري أسببها البردأم كوني معك؟"

"If you want me again look for me under your boot soles."

"I don't want to go on being a root in the dark,vacillating, stretched out, shivering with sleep,downward, in the soaked guts of the earth,absorbing and thinking, eating each day."

"Every poem should remind the reader that they are going to die."

"there isn't enough of anythingas long as we live. But at intervalsa sweetness appears and, given a chanceprevails."

"Flutter like a hummingbird, Dive like an eagle, Ain't no bird that's my equal. - Twilight"

"I love you because no two snowflakes are alike, and it is possible, if you stand tippy-toe, to walk between the raindrops."

"Poetry is finer and more philosophical than history; for poetry expresses the universal, and history only the particular."

"I am the shore and the ocean, awaiting myself on both sides."

"Poets have been mysteriously silent on the subject of cheese."

"You don't love a girl because of beauty. You love her because she sings a song only you can understand."

"Will you walk into my parlour?"said the Spider to the Fly"

"I haven’t been very impressed lately.By people,or places,or the way someone said he loved me and then slowly changed his mind."

"The purpose of poetry is to remind ushow difficult it is to remain just one person,for our house is open, there are no keys in the doors, and invisible guests come in and out at will."