poetry

"You might as well ask an artist to explain his art, or ask a poet to explain his poem. It defeats the purpose. The meaning is only clear thorough the search."

"At NightLove said, "Wake still and think of me,"Sleep, "Close your eyes till break of day,"But Dreams came by and smilinglyGave both to Love and Sleep their way."

"We would rather be ruined than changedWe would rather die in our dreadThan climb the cross of the momentAnd let our illusions die."

"A poem for Beth: Roses are red, Violets are blue, I didn’t know what love meant, until I looked it up in the dictionary."

"Oh! kangaroos, sequins, chocolate sodas! / You really are beautiful! Pearls, / harmonicas, jujubes, aspirins!"

"A brave man acknowledges the strength of others."

"You will hear thunder and remember me, And think: she wanted storms. The rim Of the sky will be the colour of hard crimson, And your heart, as it was then, will be on fire."

"We'll Go No More A-rovingSo, we'll go no more a-rovingSo late into the night,Though the heart still be as loving,And the moon still be as bright.For the sword outwears its sheath,And the soul wears out the breast,And the heart must pause to breathe,And love itself have rest.Though the night was made for loving,And the day returns too soon,Yet we'll go no more a-rovingBy the light of the moon."

"It is my belief... that the truth is generally preferable to lies."

"No man was ever yet a great poet, without at the same time being a profound philosopher."

"Where music thundered let the mind be still,Where the will triumphed let there be no will,What light revealed, now let the dark fulfill."

"What needs my Shakespeare for his honoured bones,The labor of an age in pilèd stones,Or that his hallowed relics should be hidUnder a star-y-pointing pyramid?Dear son of memory, great heir of fame,What need'st thou such weak witness of thy name?"

"Escóndeme en tus brazospor esta noche sola,mientras la lluvia rompecontra el mar y la tierrasu boca innumerable."

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

"Our love went from fly to flower to butterfly, and it was meant to beautifully flutter, not sit still on a shelf like a trophy to be collected."

"The only emperor is the emperor of ice cream."

"بی قرار توام ودر دل تنگم گله هاستآه بی تاب شدن عادت کم حوصله هاستمثل عکس رخ مهتاب که افتاده در آبدر دلم هستی وبین من وتو فاصله هاستآسمان با قفس تنگ چه فرقی داردبال وقتی قفس پر زدن چلچله هاستبی هر لحضه مرا بیم فرو ریختن استمثل شهری که به روی گسل زلزله هاستباز می پرسمت از مسئله دوری وعشقوسکوت تو جواب همه مسئله هاست"

"Stars open among the lilies.Are you not blinded by such expressionless sirens?This is the silence of astounded souls."

"My heart born nakedwas swaddled in lullabies.Later alone it worepoems for clothes.Like a shirtI carried on my backthe poetry I had read.So I lived for half a centuryuntil wordlessly we met.From my shirt on the back of the chairI learn tonighthow many yearsof learning by heartI waited for you."

"Poetry is what happens when nothing else can."