poetry

"She was broken from moment to moment, watching her world collide she felt lost inside herself. She fell apart for a passion that flamed beneath her. She waited and died a hundred times, it dripped from her pores. The moment she let go, she soared over the stillness like the star she was born to be."

"Tell me not in mournful numbers,Life is but an empty dream!For the soul is dead that slumbers,And things are not what they seem."

"O, it's die we must, but it's live we can, And the marvel of earth and sun Is all for the joy of woman and man And the longing that makes them one."

"Water, water, everywhere,And all the boards did shrink;Water, water, everywhere,Nor any drop to drink."

"Nothingwould beeasier withoutyou,because youare everything,all of it-sprinkles, quarks, giantdonuts, eggs sunny-side up-youare the ever-expandinguniverseto me."

"I know you're tired but come, this is the way."

"A poet is a man who manages, in a lifetime of standing out in thunderstorms, to be struck by lightning five or six times."

"Humanity i love you because youare perpetually putting the secret oflife in your pants and forgettingit's there and sitting downon itand because you areforever making poems in the lapof death Humanityi hate you"

"Love is the poetry of the senses!"

"I have been to lots of partiesand acted perfectly disgracefulbut I never actually collapsedoh Lana Turner we love you get up"

"A poet should be so crafty with words that he is envied even for his pains."

"I choose to love this time for oncewith all my intelligence-from "Splittings"

"your handtouching mine.this is howgalaxiescollide."

"Poetry: the best words in the best order."

"This is perhaps the most noble aim of poetry, to attach ourselves to the world around us, to turn desire into love, to embrace, finally what always evades us, what is beyond, but what is always there – the unspoken, the spirit, the soul."

"That night when you kissed me, I left a poem in your mouth, and you can hear some of the lines every time you breathe out."

"How many loved your moments of glad grace, And loved your beauty with love false or true; But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you, And loved the sorrows of your changing face."

"Hope springs eternal in the human breast; Man never Is, but always To be blest. The soul, uneasy, and confin'd from home, Rests and expatiates in a life to come."

"Between two evils, I always pick the one I never tried before."

"We join spokes together in a wheel, but it is the center hole that makes the wagon move.We shape clay into a pot, but it is the emptiness insidethat holds whatever we want.We hammer wood for a house, but it is the inner spacethat makes it livable.We work with being, but non-being is what we use."