poetry

"Doubt not, O poet, but persist. Say 'It is in me, and shall out.' Stand there, balked and dumb, stuttering and stammering, hissed and hooted, stand and strive, until at last rage draw out of thee that dream-power which every night shows thee is thine own; a power transcending all limit and privacy, and by virtue of which a man is the conductor of the whole river of electricity."

"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"

"There's two kinds of women--those you write poems about and those you don't."

"To be nobody but yourself in a world which is doing its best day and night to make you like everybody else means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight and never stop fighting."

"Don't tell me you're not beautiful. You're the kind of beautiful the blind would see if we could figure out some way to give them three seconds of sight."

"I really believe, or want to believe, really I am nuts, otherwise I'll never be sane."

"There are three lessons I would write-Three words, as with a burning pen, In tracings of eternal light,Upon the heart of men.Have hope! though clouds environ round,And gladness hides her face in scorn,Put thou the shadow from thy brow,No night but hath its morn.Have love! not love alone for one, But man as man thy brother call,And scatter like the circling sun,Thy charities on all."

"Flowers are aromatic and romantic, and they grow exactly the way love does—with plenty of light, and watered with affection."

"Do not go gentle into that good night,Old age should burn and rave at close of day;Rage, rage against the dying of the light."

"I once broke up with a boy because he wrote me an awful poem."

"Ya no la quiero, es cierto, pero tal vez la quiero.Es tan corto el amor, y es tan largo el olvido."

"The pessimist complains about the wind; the optimist expects it to change; the realist adjusts the sails."

"The wind is my favorite color. It reminds me of the love she painted on my life as she blew past me."

"I have stretched ropes from steeple to steeple; Garlands from window to window; Golden chains from star to star ... And I dance."

"So dawn goes down today... Nothing gold can stay.-- Robert Frost"

"Waking At NightThe blue river is grey at morningand evening. There is twilightat dawn and dusk. I lie in the darkwondering if this quiet in me nowis a beginning or an end."

"Lovers alone wear sunlight."

"I love you because no two snowflakes are alike, and it is possible, if you stand tippy-toe, to walk between the raindrops."

"I don't wish to be everything to everyone, but I would like to be something to someone."

"First, I thought, almost despairing,This must crush my spirit now;Yet I bore it, and am bearing-Only do not ask me how."