To risk life to save a smile on a face of a woman or a child is the secret of chivalry.

…before you, life was desolate – the past hardly worth remembering – and now, each moment a keepsake I can’t throw away …

Devil and God – two sides of the same face.

A fortress built long ago,Walls made timeless by historic glory.The small girl in the boat slows,To listen to its story.

It is beautiful to talk about beautiful things and even more beautiful to silently gaze at them.

you will never catch up.Walk around feeling like a leafknow you could tumble at any second.Then decide what to do with your time.–The Art of Disappearing

I enjoy it when the world smiles; the more smiles, the warmer I am.

We are all old-timers,each of us holds a locked razor.

From everything, nothing looks to nothing.

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.

To go against the grain is the secret of bravery.

Lovers find secret placesinside this violent worldwhere they make transactions with beauty.

If Springtime crawls out of thewild mouths of flowers, thensurely, Winter crawls out of mine.

Be careful, darling. Your footsteps land heavy here. Your racket will wake the dragons.

Accidents are not accidents but precise arrivals at the wrong right time.

noone knows and noone seeswe lovers doing what we pleasebut people stop and point at theseten milk bottles a-turning into cheese

There are no winners in real games.

Only in Russia poetry is respected–it gets people killed.

The deeper thought is, the taller it becomes.

ආලයෙන් මම පිබිදී සිටිමිමලානික මලක් පුනරුදය ලබන්නා සේඑහෙත් එය මා පෙළයිවිහඟුන් කෙත් ඉහළ ඉගිල යයිමට අවැසියි ඔබ මුව සිඹිනවී කරලක් වන්න

Deceit dispels the boredom of the Absolute.

When Hitler marched across the RhineTo take the land of France,La dame de fer decided,‘Let’s make the tyrant dance.’Let him take the land and city,The hills and every flower,One thing he will never have,The elegant...

Now I have more freedom than I have ever had at any time in my life, and I do only the things I always have. They were empty before, but Selina has given a meaning...

Thus I, gone forth, as spiders do,In spider’s web a truth discerning,Attach one silken strand to youFor my returning.

Terror”There is something About youThat seems so youngSo trustingThis is the part of you that I most love And the part of you that I am most frightened to hurt Do you think the German...

when man determined to destroy himself he picked the was of shall and finding only why smashed it into because

no poet can know what his poem is going to be like until he has written it.

When people talk about poetry as a project, they suggest that the road through a poem is a single line. When really the road through a poem is a series of lines, like a constellation,...

A short poem from my book:PerspectiveOf coursethere is a hellshe saidand it hasan observation deck;so I maystand and waveto all those kindsouls belowwho warned meI would go there.

If you can not be a poet, be the poem.

This morning could have been perfect. The cruel truth is they have never been. Give us loneliness or give us death.

The TriflerDeath’s the lover that I’d be taking;Wild and fickle and fierce is he.Small’s his care if my heart be breaking-Gay young Death would have none of me.Hear them clack of my haste to greet...

Knock Knock I am opening the door to new opportunities

All my heart is yours, sir: it belongs to you; and with you it would remain, were fate to exile the rest of me from your presence forever.

Vous rappelez-vous notre douce vie, Lorsque nous etions si jeunes tous deux, Et que nous n’avions au coeur d’autre envie Que d’etre bien mis et d’etre amoureux, Lorsqu’en ajoutant votre age a mon age, Nous...

We flatter those we scarcely know,We please the fleeting guest;And deal full many a thoughtless blow,To those who love us best.

I live not in dreams but in contemplation of a reality that is perhaps the future.

The best ideas will eat at you for days, maybe even weeks, until something, some incident, some impulse, triggers you to finally express them.

Isn’t it time that, in love, we freed ourselves from the loved one and, trembling, endured:as the arrow endures the string, collecting itselfto be more than itself as it shoots?

If I stay close to the sea, I will go on well.

Auguries of innocence”He who mocks the infant’s faithShall be mock’d in age and death.He who shall teach the child to doubtThe rotting grave shall ne’er get out.He who respects the infant’s faithTriumphs over hell and...

I do not have more information after reading a poem; I have more experience.

And when I feelthe masks beneathcrumble and fade withtime I build new onesto replace the old.”Masks”- Sins Within

A pine tree standeth lonelyIn the North on an upland bare;It standeth whitely shroudedWith snow, and sleepeth there.It dreameth of a Palm treeWhich far in the East alone,In the mournful silence standethOn its ridge of...

Stop this day and night with me and you shall possess the origin of all poems,You shall possess the good of the earth and sun…. there are millions of suns left,You shall no longer take...

It seems an odd idea to my students that poetry, like all art, leads us away from itself, back to the world in which we live. It furnishes the vision. It shows with intense clarity...

If you are a dreamer, come sit by my fire. For we have some flax-golden tales to spin; come in! Come in!

All that is gold does not glitter,Not all those who wander are lost;The old that is strong does not wither,Deep roots are not reached by the frost.From the ashes a fire shall be woken,A light...

We sit and talk,quietly, with long lapses of silenceand I am aware of the streamthat has no language, coursingbeneath the quiet heaven ofyour eyeswhich has no speech

Each poem leads you to the questions it makes sense to ask it.