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."

"you can take this mouththis wound you wantbut you can't kissand make itbetter."

"Ah, love, let us be true To one another! for the world, which seems To lie before us like a land of dreams, So various, so beautiful, so new, Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light, Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain; And we are here as on a darkling plain Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight, Where ignorant armies clash by night."

"Into my heart an air that killsFrom yon far country blows:What are those blue remembered hills,What spires, what farms are those?That is the land of lost content,I see it shining plain,The happy highways where I wentAnd cannot come again."

"It is strange how a scrap of poetry works in the mind and makes the legs move in time to it along the road."

"listen: there’s a hellof a good universe next door; let’s go"

"Here is the repeated image of the lover destroyed."

"What a strange thing!to be alivebeneath cherry blossoms."

"I know you're tired but come, this is the way."

"Flower petals in the breeze look like a butterfly flapping its wings. My love for you takes flight like a white orchid blushing pink."

"Isn’t it time that these most ancient sorrows of ours grew fruitful? Time that we tenderly loosed ourselves from the loved one, and, unsteadily, survived: the way the arrow, suddenly all vector, survives the string to be more than itself. For abiding is nowhere."

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

"There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,There is a rapture on the lonely shore,There is society, where none intrudes,By the deep sea, and music in its roar:I love not man the less, but Nature more"

"Some men are born sodomites, some achieve sodomy, and some have sodomy thrust upon them..."

"she thought it was the misfortune of poetry, to be seldom safely enjoyed by those who enjoyed it completely; and that the strong feelings which alone could estimate it truly, were the very feelings which ought to taste it but sparingly."

"All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players; They have their exits and their entrances; And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages."

"What is that you express in your eyes? It seems to me more than all the print I have read in my life."

"Were knowledge all, what were our needTo thrill and faint and sweetly bleed?"

"even in the loneliest momentsi have been therefor myself."

"Time present and time pastAre both perhaps present in time futureAnd time future contained in time past."