poetry

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

"The first rose on my rose-tree Budded, bloomed, and shattered, During sad days when to me Nothing mattered. Grief of grief has drained me clean; Still it seems a pity No one saw,—it must have been Very pretty."

"You only live twice:Once when you are bornAnd once when you look death in the face"

"He was my North, my South, my East and West,My working week and my Sunday rest,My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong."

"The heart pumps blood, a fluid, but it also pulses love, which is as liquid as a wave, and everyone wants a refill. My goal is to be a server."

"...if you do not even understand what words say,how can you expect to pass judgementon what words conceal?"

"I hunger for your sleek laugh and your hands the color of a furious harvest. I want to eat the sunbeams flaring in your beauty."

"Maybe love was meant to save us from ourselves."

"Rhythm must have meaning."

"Even when muddy your wings sparkle bright wonders that heal broken worlds."

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

"A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness."

"part memory part distance remainingmine in the ways that I learn to miss you"

"Those who are willing to be vulnerable move among mysteries."

"We have seen the best minds of our generation destroyed by boredom at poetry readings."

"I will come back to you, I swear I will;And you will know me still.I shall be only a little tallerThan when I went."

"To those who abuse: the sin is yours, the crime is yours, and the shame is yours. To those who protect the perpetrators: blaming the victims only masks the evil within, making you as guilty as those who abuse. Stand up for the innocent or go down with the rest."

"Do I dare Disturb the universe? In a minute there is time For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse."

"I'm sober. Yessiree, I quit drinking. I haven't had a beer in four hours. Now I just need some coffee and to get drunk on love poetry."

"A woman knows very well that, though a wit sends her his poems, praises her judgment, solicits her criticism, and drinks her tea, this by no means signifies that he respects her opinions, admires her understanding, or will refuse, though the rapier is denied him, to run through the body with his pen."