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Cradle of SolitudeFor we know not why our tribulationsare given as suchour fragile formscreated from the dust…

Dead tree branches rattled,the cold wind seethed, it prattled of abominations about to unfold.A lone wolf howled,the full moon it prowled,ready for evils untold.

I wanted the past to go away, I wanted to leave it, like another country; I wanted my life to close, and open like a hinge, like a wing, like the part of the song...

I love you in my very own way.Like a stone loves the mosses around itLike a sea loves the pebbles in itLike a coincidence…Taking you as the way you are,With all the bruises, scars and...

DogfishI wantedThe past to go away, I wantedTo leave it, like another country; I wantedMy life to close, and openLike a hinge, like a wing, like the part of the song Where it fallsDown over...

Exercises are like prose, whereas yoga is the poetry of movements. Once you understand the grammar of yoga; you can write your poetry of movements.

Every avalanche was once a lonely snowflake, every flood was once an aching raindrop.

Love is as we will it to be.” ~ Amunhotep El Bey

When Great Trees FallWhen great trees fall,rocks on distant hills shudder,lions hunker downin tall grasses,and even elephantslumber after safety.When great trees fallin forests,small things recoil into silence,their senseseroded beyond fear.When great souls die,the air around...

Read for yourselves, read for the sake of your inspiration, for the sweet turmoil in your lovely head. But also read against yourselves, read for questioning and impotence, for despair and erudition, read the dry...

I’ve never seen beauty so devastatingas in the linesthat trace our hopeand fall from the stars.

A nation established under GodA nation that will only winif we stand together

To be a poet is to place pleasure, beauty and sensual delights front and centre, it means having a predilection for debauchery.

A fallen blossomreturning to the bough, I thought –But no, a butterfly.

A grain of poetry suffices to season a century.

the worst thing,” he told me,”is bitterness, people end up sobitter.

Hold your venomDo you recognise the instinctin me, fellow scorpion?

she wasn’t veryinterestingbut few peopleare.

I don’t think that I’ve been in love as suchAlthough I liked a few folk pretty wellLove must be vaster than my smiles or touchfor brave men died and empires rose and fellFor love, girls...

Kisslikeyouneverhada past.

It was at that agethat poetry came in search of me.

at first when the rain fell from the sky so wide and deepit smelled like sage, my favorite smellI went up on the plateau to watch it cometo see the gifts it always broughtbut this...

Moonlight and high wind.Dark poplars toss, insinuate the sea.

To do something very common, in my own way.

No mark survives this place: you too will yieldto unmemory.

Music resembles poetry, in eachAre nameless graces which no methods teach,And which a master hand alone can reach.

At one time I was weary of verse writing, and wanted to give it up. At another time I was determined to be a poet until I could establish a proud name over others. The...

¡En esta vida no la supe amar!Dame otra vida para reparar,¡oh Dios! mis omisiones,para amarla con tantos corazonescomo tuve en mis cuerpos anteriores,para colmar de flores, de risas y de gloria sus instantes;para cuajar su...

The winds, the sea, and the moving tides are what they are. If there is wonder and beauty and majesty in them, science will discover these qualities… If there is poetry in my book about...

Nobody reads poetry, we are told at every inopportune moment. I read poetry. I am somebody. I am the people, too. It can be allowed that an industrious quantity of contemporary American poetry is consciously...

…you can be talented as a wolf is breathtakingly fierce…silver and gray, like smoke in the trees – but what do you do with terrible beauty?…

Ninja beats pirate. Pirate beats ghost.Ghost beats zombie. Zombie beats most.Werewolf beats vampire. Vamp beats Imp.Imp beats fiend. Fiend beats wimp.Wizard beats cyrborg. Cyborg surely beats troll.Troll beats goblin. Goblin eats a hermit’s soul.Hermit beats...

LedgeBirds that lovehigh treesand windsand ridingflailing brancheshate ledgesas griplessand narrow,so that a tailis not justno advantagebut ridiculous,mashed verticalagainst the wall.You will haveseen the waya bird who fallson skimpy placeslifts into the airagain in seconds –a...

Heavenly bodies are nests of invisible birds.

How would it alter Juliet’s love perception to learn the sea is but a rounded jug of water? Would her sensuous analogy turned simple simile unveil to her the limits of herself? Or would she...

You don’t know anything, but I know even less.

…yes, I am your priest, your magician, your lover – I make charms to incant your presence…

Out of the quarrel with others we make rhetoric; out of the quarrel with ourselves we make poetry.

Some people complain there are too many people on earth, Some people complain about secret societies, Some people accuse others of not being able to wake up early. Almost all people complain about something.

I discovered modern poetry I think quite late, when I was 17, through an anthology, a Louis Untermeyer anthology. Of course, I was crazy about modern poetry as soon as I discovered it.

At any time, and under any circumstances of human interest, is it not strange to see how little real hold the objects of the natural world amid which we live can gain on our hearts...

I lose faith in mathematics, logical and rigid. What with those that even zero doesn’t accept?

From what you didn’t say, lies that you did say.

The chaos in me is the chaos in you. Like the love in you is the love in me. So maybe we’re both a little crazy. Enough to believe we’re found where dreams are born...

Why poetry, you ask? Because of life, I answer.

The TypeEveryone needs a place. It shouldn’t be inside of someone else. -Richard SikenIf you grow up the type of woman men want to look at,you can let them look at you. But do not...

Great poets are great copy editors.

The greatest adventure is to have no fear for the blaze that lies ahead.

Without space, there is no time.