poetry

"Come live with me and be my Love, And we will all the pleasures prove"

"I shall have peace, as leafy trees are peaceful When rain bends down the bough; And I shall be more silent and cold-hearted Than you are now."

"Love one another, but make not a bond of love:Let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls."

"Exhaust the little moment. Soon it dies.And be it gash or gold it will not comeAgain in this identical disguise."

"Everything comes down so pasteurizedeverything comes down 16 degreesthey say your amplifier is too loudturn your amplifier downare we high all alone on our kneesmemory is just hips that swinglike a clockthe past projects fantastic scenestic/toc tic/toc tic/tocfuck the clock!"

"There are only four times a year I love you: summer, fall, winter, and spring. I'll love you until the sun stops shining, until the clouds dissipate, when Mount Everest no longer has snow, and the flowers stop blooming.-Jarod Kintz and Karen Quan"

"You give but little when you give of your possessions.It is when you give of yourself that you truly give."

"Kerouac: You're ruining American poetry, O'Hara.O'Hara: That's more than you ever did for it, Kerouac"

"I know many lives worth living."

"And so sepúlchred in such pomp dost lie,That kings for such a tomb would wish to die."

"I woke up thinking a very pleasant thought. There is lots left in the world to read."

"We aren't suggesting that mental instability or unhappiness makes one a better poet, or a poet at all; and contrary to the romantic notion of the artist suffering for his or her work, we think these writers achieved brilliance in spite of their suffering, not because of it."

"Each star is a mirror reflecting the truth inside you."

"Music is the universal language of mankind."

"Such sweet compulsion doth in music lie."

"Fly without wings; Dream with open eyes; See in darkness."

"It is at the edge of the petal that love waits"

"He ate and drank the precious words,His spirit grew robust;He knew no more that he was poor,Nor that his frame was dust.He danced along the dingy days,And this bequest of wingsWas but a book. What libertyA loosened spirit brings!"

"I know the placeI know the place.It is true.Everything we doCorrects the spaceBetween death and meAnd you."

"One difference between poetry and lyrics is that lyrics sort of fade into the background. They fade on the page and live on the stage when set to music."