love is thicker than forgetmore thinner than recallmore seldom than a wave is wetmore frequent than to failit is most mad and moonlyand less it shall unbethan all the sea which onlyis deeper than the...

deeds cannot dream what dreams can do

trust your heart, if the seas catch fire, and live by love though the stars walk backward.

For whatever we lose (a you or a me)It’s always ourselves we find in the sea.

I carry your heart with me (I carry it in my heart)I am never without it (anywhereI go you go,my dear; and whatever is done by only me is your doing,my darling)I fear no fate...

Humanity i love you because youare perpetually putting the secret oflife in your pants and forgettingit’s there and sitting downon itand because you areforever making poems in the lapof death Humanityi hate you

As small as a world as large as alone.

twice I have lived forever in a smile

mr youse needn’t be so spryconcernin questions artyeach has his tastes but as for ii likes a certain partygimme the he-man’s solid blissfor youse ideas i’ll match yousea pretty girl who naked isis worth a...

Always it’s Spring)and everyone’s in love and flowers pick themselves.

For surely as each November has its April, mysteries only are significant; and one mystery-of-mysteries creates them all: nothing false and possible is love(who’s imagined,therefore limitless)love’s to giving as to keeping’s give;as yes is to...

Trust your heart if the seas catch fire, live by love though the stars walk backward.

Such was a poet and shall be and is-who’ll solve the depths of horror to defend a sunbeam’s architecture with his life: and carve immortal jungles of despair to hold a mountain’s heartbeat in his...

Once we believe in ourselves, we can risk curiosity, wonder, spontaneous delight, or any experience that reveals the human spirit

Unbeing dead isn’t being alive.

a pretty girl, who naked isis worth a million statues

To be nobody but yourself in a world which is doing its best day and night to make you like everybody else means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight and...

I fear no fate for you are my fate, my sweet.

i like my body when it is with yourbody. It is so quite new a thing.Muscles better and nerves more.i like your body. i like what it does,i like its hows. i like to feel...

i do not know what it is about you that closesand opens;only something in me understandsthe voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses

his lips drink water but his heart drinks wine

I’d rather learn from one bird how to sing than teach ten thousand stars how not to dance

love being such, or such,the normal corners of your heartwill never guess how muchmy wonderful jealousy is dark

listen: there’s a hellof a good universe next door; let’s go

no time agoor else a lifewalking in the darki met christjesus)my heartflopped overand lay stillwhile he passed(asclose as i’m to youyes closermade of nothingexcept loneliness.

Lovers alone wear sunlight.

You have played, (I think) And broke the toys you were fondest of, And are a little tired now; Tired of things that break, and— Just tired. So am I.

a politician is an arse uponwhich everyone has sat except a man

I thank you God for this most amazing day, for the leaping greenly spirits of trees, and for the blue dream of sky and for everything which is natural, which is infinite, which is yes.

If”If freckles were lovely, and day was night, And measles were nice and a lie warn’t a lie, Life would be delight,– But things couldn’t go right For in such a sad plight I wouldn’t...

may came home with a smooth round stoneas small as a world and as large as alone.

l(aleaffalls)oneliness

Unless you love someone, nothing else makes sense.

if everything happens that can’t be done(and anything’s righterthan bookscould plan)the stupidest teacher will almost guess(with a runskiparound we go yes)there’s nothing as something as oneone hasn’t a why or because or although(and buds know...

tomorrow is our permanent addressand there they’ll scarcely find us(if they do,we’ll move away still further:into now

a wind has blown the rain away & the sky away & all the leaves away, & the trees stand. i think i, too, have known autumn too long.

It takes courage to grow up and become who you really are.

life’s not a paragraphAnd death i think is no parenthesis

Miracles are to come. With you I leave a remembrance of miracles: they are by somebody who can loveand who shall be continually reborn, a human being.

Yours is the light by which my spirit’s born: – you are my sun, my moon, and all my stars.

hate blows a bubble of despair intohugeness world system universe and bang-fear buries a tomorrow under woeand up comes yesterday most green and young

The snow doesn’t give a soft white damn whom it touches.

to be nobody-but-yourself in a world which is doing its’ best, night and day, to make you just like everybody else – means to fight the hardest battle any human being can fight; and never...

Anybody can learn to think, or believe, or know, but not a single human being can be taught to feel… the moment you feel, you’re nobody ― but-yourself ― in a world which is doing...

may my heart always be open to littlebirds who are the secrets of livingwhatever they sing is better than to knowand if men should not hear them men are oldmay my mind stroll about hungryand...

Tumbling-hair picker of buttercups violetsdandelionsAnd the big bullying daisies through the field wonderfulwith eyes a little sorryAnother comes also picking flowers

since feeling is firstwho pays any attentionto the syntax of thingswill never wholly kiss you;wholly to be a foolwhile Spring is in the worldmy blood approves,and kisses are a far better fatethan wisdomlady i swear...

something genuine like a mark in a toilet, graced with guts and gutted with grace

who knows if the moon’sa balloon,coming out of a keen cityin the sky–filled with pretty people?( and if you and I shouldget into it,if theyshould take me and take you into their balloon,why thenwe’d go...

Who can tell truth from falsehood any more?I say it, and you feel it in your hearts:no man or woman on this big small earth.How should our sages miss the mark of life,and our most...