poetry

"I am suggesting that the radical of poetry lies not in theresolution of doubts but in their proliferation"

"Poetry might be defined as the clear expression of mixed feelings."

"I'll sleep forever and meet you in my dreams; it'll hurt less anyway. But the pain of losing you was worth the pleasure of having you, and I rest in bed knowing you'll know for the rest of your life what you are missing.-Karen Quan and Jarod Kintz"

"Let your life lightly dance on the edges of Time like dew on the tip of a leaf."

"The lamb misused breeds public strifeAnd yet forgives the butcher's knife."

"You give but little when you give of your possessions.It is when you give of yourself that you truly give."

"This is the Hour of Lead – Remembered, if outlived, As Freezing persons, recollect the Snow – First – Chill – then Stupor – then the letting go –"

"Our state cannot be severed, we are one,One flesh; to lose thee were to lose myself."

"I have outlasted all desire,My dreams and I have grown apart;My grief alone is left entire,The gleamings of an empty heart.The storms of ruthless dispensationHave struck my flowery garland numb,I live in lonely desolationAnd wonder when my end will come.Thus on a naked tree-limb, blastedBy tardy winter's whistling chill,A single leaf which has outlastedIts season will be trembling still."

"O serpent heart hid with a flowering face!Did ever a dragon keep so fair a cave?Beautiful tyrant, feind angelical, dove feather raven, wolvish-ravening lamb! Despised substance of devinest show, just opposite to what thou justly seemest - A dammed saint, an honourable villain!"

"A lot of you cared, just not enough."

"Every angel is terrifying."

"I'll miss looking through the forest–your green and hazel eyes. I love the way they shimmered and changed shade with your mood, and how I could see the desire in your emerald gaze.-Karen Quan and Jarod Kintz"

"A Man Said to the UniverseA man said to the universe: “Sir, I exist!”“However,” replied the universe, “The fact has not created in me A sense of obligation."

"The darkness has ink eyes, and if you stare long enough, you’re going to see it blink black. That’s the moment to start writing."

"To me, fair friend, you never can be old,For as you were when first your eye I ey'd, Such seems your beauty still."

"Anon, who wrote so many poems without signing them, was often a woman."

"forsan et haec olim meminisse iuvabit.and perhaps it will be pleasing to have remembered these things one day"

"Truth can never be told so as to be understood and not be believed."

"We were hooked when we woke.We had arms for each other.But I yearned to resumeMy dreams of another."