#poets

"Maybe you could be mine / or maybe we’ll be entwined / aimless in this sexless foreplay."

"...if you do not even understand what words say,how can you expect to pass judgementon what words conceal?"

"The poet's job is to put into words those feelings we all have that are so deep, so important, and yet so difficult to name, to tell the truth in such a beautiful way, that people cannot live without it."

"because some thingssometimesaren't ours to hold,but just beautiful to listen to."

"The sunset produces flower clouds in a garden in the sky, and while there is still light you can see a heavenly representation of my love for you.The sunrise produces rays that light up the world like your eyes do when you're with me. They shimmer and I can see the stars in your eyes that gleam from your soul.-Jarod Kintz and Karen Quan"

"Tis the wink of an eye, 'tis the draught of a breath,From the blossom of health to the paleness of death,From the gilded saloon to the bier and the shroud-Oh! why should the spirit of mortal be proud?"

"For a game, you don’t need a teacher."

"You know, poets and songwriters have long known that people like repetition. You know, poets and songwriters have long known that people like repetition. I guess when I say people, I mean everyone but my Grandfather. He hated anything that was so monotonous as repetition. That’s why he loathed walking so much. Left foot, right foot, left foot, right foot, and on and on."

"I grew up in this town, my poetry was born between the hill and the river, it took its voice from the rain, and like the timber, it steeped itself in the forests."

"in a worldfull oftemporary thingsyou area perpetual feeling."

"Poets are shameless with their experiences: they exploit them."

"A poet's work . . . to name the unnamable, to point at frauds, to take sides, start arguments, shape the world and stop it from going to sleep."

"I bargained with Life for a penny,And Life would pay no more, However I begged at eveningWhen I counted my scanty store;For Life is just an employer,He gives you what you ask,But once you have set the wages,Why, you must bear the task.I worked for a menial's hire,Only to learn, dismayed,That any wage I had asked of Life,Life would have paid."

"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"

"i want to be in love with youthe same wayi am in love with the moonwith the lightshiningout of its soul."

"You mark and celebrate errors, transforming failures into successes."

"A poet should be so crafty with words that he is envied even for his pains."

"Poets are damned… but see with the eyes of angels."

"There can be no forced inspiration."

"Language is the mother, not the handmaiden, of thought; words will tell you things you never thought or felt before."