poetry

"I remember being surrounded by the heaven-sent scent of July pine in the Rockies, as you and I laughed and danced like the snow would never come. Now, as the snow covers everything, just like I in these sheets, I close my eyes, preparing myself to see you again, my summer queen.-Jarod Kintz and Tanzy Sayadi"

"A FEATHER.A feather is trimmed, it is trimmed by the light and the bug and the post, it is trimmed by little leaning and by all sorts of mounted reserves and loud volumes. It is surely cohesive."

"The war to preserve the privilege of mythmaking"

"I went down to the river,I set down on the bank.I tried to think but couldn't,So I jumped in and sank."

"I travel not to go anywhere, but to go. I travel for travel's sake. The great affair is to move."

"A black cat among roses,phlox, lilac-misted under a quarter moon,the sweet smells of heliotrope and night-scented stock. The garden is very still.It is dazed with moonlight,contented with perfume..."

"..."vers libre,"(free verse) or nine-tenths of it, is not a new metre any more than sleeping in a ditch is a new school of architecture."

"I’ll wear a maze on a necklace, dangling over my chest, because if you want to get at my heart, you have to be ready to lose yourself."

"A poet who reads his verse in public may have other nasty habits."

"I don't care what you say to me. I care what you share with me."

"I hunger for your sleek laugh and your hands the color of a furious harvest. I want to eat the sunbeams flaring in your beauty."

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

"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."

"Everybody is a genius. But if you judge a fish by its ability to climb a tree, it will live its whole life believing that it is stupid."

"She needed the chaos within her in order to discover the extraordinary no man could ever reach."

"Every poem is a coat of arms. It must be deciphered. How much blood, how many tears in exchange for these axes, these muzzles, these unicorns, these torches, these towers, these martlets, these seedlings of stars and these fields of blue!"

"Sometimes with one I love, I fill myself with rage, for fear I effuse unreturn'd love; But now I think there is no unreturn'd love—the pay is certain, one way or another; (I loved a certain person ardently, and my love was not return'd; Yet out of that, I have written these songs.)"

"Love flows like flowers, and grows like water. I’m so thirsty for romance I could drink a dozen roses."

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

"[Poetry] is the liquid voice that can wear through stone."