poetry

"I don’t want my love with her to wither like grapes on a vine, so I’ll water it with romance to turn it into wine."

"People Die...Beauty Fades...Love Changes...And You Will Always Be Alone"

"You have played, (I think) And broke the toys you were fondest of, And are a little tired now; Tired of things that break, and— Just tired. So am I."

"Lovers alone wear sunlight."

"She was stuck in between two worlds while her heart was pulling them both together. In a perfect world, she'd have both, or none at all. The symbol for love is two circles trying to merge in a Venn diagram that comes to a point down below, and only mostly separate are the two orbs one whole heart.-Karen Quan and Jarod Kintz"

"Saints have no moderation, nor do poets, just exuberance."

"He could build a city. Has a certain capacity. There’s a niche in his chestwhere a heart would fit perfectlyand he thinks if he could just maneuver one into place –well then, game over."

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

"At two o'clock in the morning, if you open your window and listen,You will hear the feet of the Wind that is going to call the sun.And the trees in the Shadow rustle and the trees in the moonlight glisten,And though it is deep, dark night, you feel that the night is done."

"You are ice and fire The touch of you burns my hands like snow"

"Had we but world enough and time, This coyness, lady, were no crime. We would sit down, and think which way To walk, and pass our long love’s day."

"I wanted the past to go away, I wanted to leave it, like another country; I wanted my life to close, and open like a hinge, like a wing, like the part of the song where it falls down over the rocks: an explosion, a discovery; I wanted to hurry into the work of my life; I wanted to know,whoever I was, I wasalive for a little while."

"I am obnoxious to each carping tongue/ Who says my hand a needle better fits./ A poet's pen all scorn I should thus wrong/ For such despite they cast on female wits;/ If what I do prove well, it won't advance,/ They'll say it's stolen, or else, it was by chance."

"My hands will get dirty holding your rose-shaped heart, because love is like gardening—it’s earthy and takes work to keep it alive."

"Green in nature is one thing, green in literature another. Nature and letters seem to have a natural antipathy; bring them together and they tear each other to pieces."

"I will love you forever"swears the poet. I find this easy to swear too. "I will love you at 4:15 pm next Tuesday"- Is that still as easy?"

"They are not long, the days of wine and roses:Out of a misty dreamOur path emerges for awhile, then closesWithin a dream."

"When the immense drugged universe explodesIn a cascade of unendurable colourAnd leaves us gasping naked,This is no more than the ectasy of chaos:Hold fast, with both hands, to that royal loveWhich alone, as we know certainly, restoresFragmentation into true being.Ecstasy of Chaos"

"down with hell and heaven and all the religious fussinfinity pleased our parents one inch looks good to us"

"I found the poems in the fields,And only wrote them down."