poetry

"Unasked, Unsought, Love gives itself but is not bought"

"The lamb misused breeds public strifeAnd yet forgives the butcher's knife."

"and sometimes I sitdown at my typewriterand I thinknot of someonecause there isn't anyoneto thinkabout and i wonderis it worth it"

"She was a beautiful dreamer. The kind of girl, who kept her head in the clouds, loved above the stars and left regret beneath the earth she walked on."

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

"I love all things, not only the grand but the infinitely small: thimble, spurs, plates, flower vases....."

"There is freedom waiting for you,On the breezes of the sky,And you ask "What if I fall?"Oh but my darling,What if you fly?"

"Stranger, pause and look;From the dust of agesLift this little book,Turn the tattered pages,Read me, do not let me die!Search the fading letters findingSteadfast in the broken bindingAll that once was I!"

"A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness."

"She wildly burned for the one she loved and he stood there watching, hoping he too would catch a blaze from the violence stirring in her heart."

"Listen, real poetry doesn't say anything; it just ticks off the possibilities. Opens all doors. You can walk through anyone that suits you."

"We ran as if to meet the moon."

"Out of the quarrel with others we make rhetoric; out of the quarrel with ourselves we make poetry."

"I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul."

"My love runs by like a day in June, And he makes no friends of sorrows. He'll tread his galloping rigadoon In the pathway of the morrows. He'll live his days where the sunbeams start, Nor could storm or wind uproot him. My own dear love, he is all my heart, -- And I wish somebody'd shoot him."

"One fine day, in the middle of the night, two dead boys got up to fight. Back to back they faced each other. They pulled out their swords and shot one another. One deaf cop, on the beat heard the noise, and came and shot the two dead boys."

"Perhaps the truth depends on a walk around the lake."

"What if you slept?What if you slept And what if In your sleep You dreamed And what if In your dream You went to heaven And there plucked a strange and beautiful flower And what if When you awoke You had that flower in you hand Ah, what then?"

"come back so i can say yes this time do it again now that i know what to call what you didthis time i'll be ready i like it rough now and i'm done with romance i never met another man who loved me so much at first sight he had to hurt me to do it"

"There is nothing at all that can be talked about adequately, and the whole art of poetry is to say what can't be said."