Her half-closed eyes were moist and tremulous and languid with desire. I began to drink love from them with thirsty kisses; which revived her spirits a litle.

An anaesthetic is a poet-killer.

WordsBe careful of words,even the miraculous ones.For the miraculous we do our best,sometimes they swarm like insectsand leave not a sting but a kiss.They can be as good as fingers.They can be as trusty as...

Down on my knees / I peel back the layers of the world.

that your power of commandwith simple language wasone of the magnificent things ofour century.(from the poem: result)

I have to find a place to hideAn island in the seaSurrounded by a racing tideWhere I can live with me

This is where I belong, burning in these flames. For everything I have done wrong, I know I am to blame.

I am no longer in love with her, that’s certain, but maybe I love her. Love is so short, forgetting is so long.

Look up, greet sparks of fire with salted eyes,For he’s a burning atmospheric sigh:One blaze of liquid flame on midnight sky,Soft orbital decay, and last goodbye.

La heradera del dia destruida.(The heiress of the destroyed day.)

The loss of these tastes [for poetry and music] is a loss of happiness, and may possibly be injurious to the intellect, and more probably to the moral character, by enfeebling the emotional part of...

Leaning into the afternoons I cast my sad netstowards your oceanic eyes.There in the highest blaze my solitude lengthens and flames,its arms turning like a drowning man’s.I send out red signals across your absent eyesthat...

When I’m depressed, I read Caeiro — he’s my fresh air. I become very calm, content, faithful — yes, I find faith in God, and in the soul’s transcendent living smallness, after reading the poems...

Recipe For Happiness Khaborovsk Or Anyplace’One grand boulevard with treeswith one grand cafe in sunwith strong black coffee in very small cups.One not necessarily very beautifulman or woman who loves you.One fine day.

True Wit is Nature to advantage dress’dWhat oft was thought, but ne’er so well express’d;Something whose truth convinced at sight we find,That gives us back the image of our mind.As shades more sweetly recommend the...

By death the moon was gathered in Long ago, ah long ago;Yet still the silver corpse must spinAnd with another’s light must glow.Her frozen mountains must forgetTheir primal hot volcanic breath,Doomed to revolve for ages...

Poetry is finer and more philosophical than history; for poetry expresses the universal, and history only the particular.

Here the children have a custom. After the celebration of evil they take those vacant heads that shone once with such anguish and glee and throw them over the bridge, watching the smash, orange, as...

If you are a monster, stand up.If you are a monster, a trickster, a fiend,If you’ve built a steam-powered wishing machineIf you have a secret, a dark past, a scheme,If you kidnap maidens or dabble...

Strategy for a MarathonI will startwhen the gun goes off.I will runfor five miles.Feeling good,I will run to the tenth mile.At the tenthI will say,Only three moreto the halfway.”At the halfway mark,13.1 miles,I will knowfifteen...

The kind of poetry to avoid in the pretty-pretty kind that pleased our grandmothers, the kind that Longfellow and Tennyson, good poets at their best, wrote at their worst.

There is the staircase,there is the sun.There is the kitchen,the plate with toast and strawberry jam,your subterfuge,your ordinary mirage.You stand red-handed.You want to wash yourself in earth, in rocks and grassWhat are you supposed to...

Dream by making and make by dreaming.

….my sacred landscape is the foothills of the stars – I go there often to sleep …

We love the imperfect shapes in nature and in the works of art, look for an intentional error as a sign of the golden key and sincerity found in true mastery.

Fire will run like poetry through your blood.

Courage is more important than to be deceived by shallow victory waiting for a delayed defeat.

RequiescatTread lightly, she is nearUnder the snow,Speak gently, she can hearThe daisies grow.All her bright golden hairTarnished with rust,She that was young and fairFallen to dust.Lily-like, white as snow,She hardly knewShe was a woman, soSweetly...

What does infinity mean to you? Are you not infinity and yourself?

His (Samuel Coleridge) dark senses were constantly in play, the frustration of them bringing illness. Weather and organic nature combined in a synaesthetic multi-media event, and this was the ground of all perception before it...

To understand possible means to understand impossible.

Sometimes those we love break us to bind us whole within the transition.

To cut and tighten sentences is the secret of mastery.

You’re not a bad person, you’re just a little bit different and I’m a sucker for that.

MarginaliaSometimes the notes are ferocious,skirmishes against the authorraging along the borders of every pagein tiny black script.If I could just get my hands on you,Kierkegaard, or Conor Cruise O’Brien,they seem to say,I would bolt the...

There is some kiss we want with our whole lives, the touch of spirit on the body. Seawaterbegs the pearl to break its shell.and the lily, how passionatelyit needs some wild darling! Atnight, I open...

Although all days are equally long regardless of the season, some days are long not only seasonally but by rewards they offer.

A whiff of fresh mintthat tastes like strawberry pie.Your kisses tempt me.

All those big words produce disgust today.

Most of the poems I write take 5 minutes, but the words can give a lifetime of relief. Many people that have read my book say it helped them with their grief.

Sun is a hearthstone, a merry-go-round of extinguished hearthstones.

I think can sit here for hours,Arguing with the world as to why I can’t give up,Tell everyone around me what a blessing you are,Laugh at all the times that you’ve brought sun into my...

Conditional love. Far from Gods original love.

You smile and draw me near and whisper, “Do as dreamers do.”I lean to you and whisper in your ear, “I cannot dream tonight my Dear. For it is you.

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...

Sharing one umbrella,We have to hold each other,Round the waist to keep together,You ask me why I’m smiling-It’s because I’m thinking,I want it to rain forever.

You scour these Chinatowns of the mind, translating themlike sutras Xuan Zhang fetched from India, testing waysreturn might be possible against these homesick inventions, trace the traveller’s alien steps across borders, and in between discover...

Hunger allows no choiceTo the citizen or the police;We must love one another or die.

The first rose on my rose-tree Budded, bloomed, and shattered, During sad days when to me Nothing mattered. Grief of grief has drained me clean; Still it seems a pity No one saw,—it must have...

UtteranceSitting over wordsVery late I have heard a kind of whispered sighingNot farLike a night wind in pines or like the sea in the darkThe echo of everything that has everBeen spokenStill spinning its one...