poetry

"If we surrenderedto earth's intelligencewe could rise up rooted, like trees."

"The middle finger is a great body language tool for letting people know you’re upset. Poetry isn’t quite as effective in a fit of road rage."

"One need not be a Chamber — to be Haunted — One need not be a House — The Brain has Corridors — surpassing Material Place —"

"Beauty is truth, truth beauty,—that is all Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know"

"Resolve, and thou art free."

"In the bleak midwinter Frosty wind made moan, Earth stood hard as iron, Water like a stone; Snow had fallen, Snow on snow, Snow on snow, In the bleak midwinter, Long ago."

"Ah, when to the heart of man Was it ever less than a treason To go with the drift of things, To yield with a grace to reason, And bow and accept the end Of a love or a season?"

"Music expresses that which cannot be put into words and that which cannot remain silent"

"Be still, sad heart! and cease repining;Behind the clouds is the sun still shining;Thy fate is the common fate of all,Into each life some rain must fall"

"Hearts rebuilt from hope resurrect dreams killed by hate."

"If I can see pain in your eyes then share with me your tears. If I can see joy in your eyes then share with me your smile."

"Painting is poetry that is seen rather than felt, and poetry is painting that is felt rather than seen."

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

"Poetry is nearer to vital truth than history."

"Real poetry, is to lead a beautiful life. To live poetry is better than to write it."

"No one but Night, with tears on her dark face, watches beside me in this windy place."

"The only emperor is the emperor of ice cream."

"It was never about the world being too big, it was more like she was too much for the world to handle."

"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."

"Follow, poet, follow rightTo the bottom of the night,With your unconstraining voiceStill persuade us to rejoice;With the farming of a verseMake a vineyard of the curse,Sing of human unsuccessIn a rapture of distress;In the deserts of the heartLet the healing fountain start,In the prison of his daysTeach the free man how to praise."