Let a joy keep you. Reach out your hands and take it runs by.

Time is the coin of your life. You spend it. Do not allow others to spend it for you.

Poetry is an echo asking a shadow to dance.

To work hard, to live hard, to die hard, and then go to hell after all would be too damn hard.

Life is an onion – you peel it year by year and sometimes cry.

Gather the stars if you wish it soGather the songs and keep them.Gather the faces of women.Gather for keeping years and years.And then…Loosen your hands, let go and say good-bye.Let the stars and songs go.Let...

Nothing happens unless first a dream.

Two bubbles found they had rainbows on their curves. They flickered out saying: “It was worth being a bubble, just to have held that rainbow thirty seconds.

Poetry is the synthesis of hyacinths and biscuits.

Nothing happens unless first we dream.

Life is like an onion; you peel it off one layer at a time, and sometimes you weep.

I am stone and steel of your sleeping numbers;I remember all you forget.I will die as many timesas you make me over again.

I’ve written some poetry I don’t understand myself

Have I, have you, been too silent? Is there an easy crime of silence?

Come clean with a child heartLaugh as peaches in the summer windLet rain on a house roof be a songLet the writing on your facebe a smell of apple orchards on late June.

I don’t know where I’m going, but I’m on my way.

There are some people so lonely, they think God is lonely too-

Anger is the most impotent of passions. It effects nothing it goes about, and hurts the one who is possessed by it more than the one against whom it is directed.

It is necessary … for a man to go away by himself … to sit on a rock … and ask, ‘Who am I, where have I been, and where am I going?

The moon is friend for the lonesome to talk to.

One of the great Confederate combat leaders, General John B. Gordon, had sat at his horse and spoken farewell to his men. Some he had seen weeping as they folded burnt and shot-pierced battle flags...

Pile the bodies high at Austerlitz and Waterloo.Shovel them under and let me work– I am the grass; I cover all.And pile them high at GettysburgAnd pile them high at Ypres and Verdun.Shovel them under...

Tell no man anything, for no man listensYet hold thy lips ready to speak.

Someday they’ll give a war and nobody will come.

There is a music for lonely hearts nearly always. If the music dies down there is a silence. Almost the same as the movement of music. To know silence perfectly is to know music.

I take you and pile high the memories. Death will break her claws on some I keep.

Read the dictionary from A to Izzard today.Get a vocabulary. Brush up on your diction.See whether wisdom is just a lot of language.

Beware of advice—even this.

Passers-byPassers-by,Out of your many facesFlash memories to meNow at the day endAway from the sidewalksWhere your shoe soles traveledAnd your voices rose and blentTo form the city’s afternoon roarHindering an old silence.Passers-by,I remember lean ones...

I speak of new cities and new peopleI tell you the past is a bucket of ashes.I tell you yesterday is a wind gone down,a sun dropped in the west.I tell you there is nothing...

A baby is God’s opinion that life should go on. A book that does nothing to you is dead. A baby, whether it does anything to you, represents life. If a bad fire should break...

So time passed on. And the two skyscrapers decided to have a child. And they decided when their child came it should be a *free* child. “It must be a free child,” they said to...

By night the skyscraper looms in the smoke and the stars and has a soul.

A baby is God’s opinion that the world should go on.

Look out how you use proud words.When you let proud words go, it is not easy to call them back.They wear long boots, hard boots; they walk off proud; they can’t hear you calling -Look...

In these times you have to be an optimist to open your eyes when you awake in the morning

I’m either going to be a writer or a bum.