poetry

"They always say time changes things, but you actually have to change them yourself."

"Where music thundered let the mind be still,Where the will triumphed let there be no will,What light revealed, now let the dark fulfill."

"Everyone I have lost in the closing of a doorthe click of the lockis not forgotten, theydo not die but remainwithin the soft edgesof the earth, the ashof house fires and cancerin sin and forgivenesshuddled under old blanketsdreaming their way intomy hands, my heartclosing tight like fists.- "Indian Boy Love Song #1"

"The secret of poetry is never explained - is always new. We have not got farther than mere wonder at the delicacy of the touch, & the eternity it inherits. In every house a child that in mere play utters oracles, & knows not that they are such. 'Tis as easy as breath. 'Tis like this gravity, which holds the Universe together, & none knows what it is."

"There are things known and there are things unknownand in between are the doors."

"Alone, alone, all, all alone, Alone on a wide wide sea! And never a saint took pity on My soul in agony."

"because two bodies, naked and entwined,leap over time, they are invulnerable,nothing can touch them, they return to the source,there is no you, no I, no tomorrow,no yesterday, no names, the truth of twoin a single body, a single soul,oh total being..."

"Romantic haste in drama bringstears and sighs when the hero diesbut the curtain fall is finalwhen in life we take the tragic wayThe sunset too is a glorious thingbut with it ends the day."

"I act as the tongue of you,... tied in your mouth . . . . in mine it begins to be loosened."

"HereI'm here-the snow falling."

"The Coming of LightEven this late it happens:the coming of love, the coming of light. You wake and the candles are lit as if by themselves, stars gather, dreams pour into your pillows, sending up warm bouquets of air.Even this late the bones of the body shine and tomorrow’s dust flares into breath."

"O love, how did you get here?--Nick and the Candlestick"

"The heart sees what the eyes do not, and the heart hears what the ears cannot. Sight and sound are vibrations, and so is love."

"So the nymphs they spoke,we kissed and laid.By noontime’s hourour love was made.Like braided chains of crocus stems,we lay entwined, I laid with them.Our breath, one glassy, tideless sea,our bodies draping wearily,we slept, I slept so lucidly,with hopes to stay this memory."

"A brave man acknowledges the strength of others."

"If you cannot be a poet, be the poem."

"What makes us leave what we love best?What is it inside us that keeps erasing itselfWhen we need it most,That sends us into uncertainty for its own sakeAnd holds us flush there until we begin to love itAnd have to begin again?What is it within our own lives we decline to liveWhenever we find it, making our days unendurable,And nights almost visionless?I still don't know yet, but I do it."

"Whatever the imagination seizes as Beauty must be truth -whether it existed before or not"

"My turn shall also come:I sense the spreading of a wing."

"Dare to love yourselfas if you were a rainbowwith gold at both ends."