poetry

"Rhythm must have meaning."

"To pay attention, this is our endless and proper work."

"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."

"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."

"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 youwith 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."

"The pessimist complains about the wind; the optimist expects it to change; the realist adjusts the sails."

"Such was a poet and shall be and is-who'll solve the depths of horror to defend a sunbeam's architecture with his life: and carve immortal jungles of despair to hold a mountain's heartbeat in his hand."

"Were knowledge all, what were our needTo thrill and faint and sweetly bleed?"

"When you part from your friend, you grieve not;For that which you love most in him may be clearer in his absence, asthe mountain to the climber is clearer from the plain."

"The flower bloomed and faded. The sun rose and sank. The lover loved and went. And what the poets said in rhyme, the young translated into practice."

"Such sweet compulsion doth in music lie."

"in a worldfull oftemporary thingsyou area perpetual feeling."

"sometimes when everything seems atits worstwhen all conspiresand gnawsand the hours, days, weeksyearsseem wasted – stretched there upon my bedin the darklooking upward at the ceilingi get what many will consider anobnoxious thought:it’s still nice to beBukowski."

"life's not a paragraphAnd death i think is no parenthesis"

"Separation Your absence has gone through me Like thread through a needle. Everything I do is stitched with its color."

"The roses of romance grow when you water your relationship with gratitude. Love will bloom and blossom when you recognize the awesome."

"Do not go gentle into that good night,Old age should burn and rave at close of day;Rage, rage against the dying of the light."

"You read and write and sing and experience, thinking that one day these things will build the character you admire to live as. You love and lose and bleed best you can, to the extreme, hoping that one day the world will read you like the poem you want to be."

"Love shall be our token; love be yours and love be mine."

"I am two fools, I know,For loving, and for saying so."