all they want to dois tie the poem to a chair with ropeand torture a confession out of it.They begin beating it with a hoseto find out what it really means.

The sea is dangerous, they say, but not if you’re the sea.

Sudden LightI have been here before, But when or how I cannot tell: I know the grass beyond the door, The sweet keen smell, The sighing sound, the lights around the shore. You have been...

The reason for the existence of the perfection conjured up in these fourteen lines is that it possesses … the authorization to form a message that appeals from within itself. This power of appeal is...

We forget old stories, but those stories remain the same.

We must experience certain things in life, even in our childhood, so we can later look back and value the journey.

Procreation annihilates eternity.

Be who you are, not who you are forced to be…

Have they known scorn like youFive cellars down?

It comes down to this: we’re pieces of equipmentTo be counted and signed for. On occasion some of us break down,And those parts which can’t be salvagedAre replaced with other GI parts, that’s all.

Across the centuries the moral systems from medival chivalry to Bruce Springsteen love anthems have worked the same basic way. They take immediate selfish interests and enmesh them within transcendent, spiritual meanings. Love becomes a...

Mad Ireland hurt you into poetry.

I sense the world might be more dreamlike, metaphorical, and poetic than we currently believe–but just as irrational as sympathetic magic when looked at in a typically scientific way. I wouldn’t be surprised if poetry–poetry...

We made love outdoorsWithout a roof, I like most, Without stove, to make love, assuming the weather be fair and balmy, and the earth beneath be clean. Our souls intertwined and gushing of dew.

Anne HathawayThe bed we loved in was a spinning world of forests, castles, torchlight, clifftops, seaswhere we would dive for pearls. My lover’s wordswere shooting stars which fell to earth as kisseson these lips; my...

My Muse sits forlornShe wishes she had not been bornShe sits in the coldNo word she says is ever told.

Two girls discover the secret of lifein a sudden line of poetry.

CALL YOURSELFLook deep in the mirrorAnd say: ‘I LOVE YOU’And immediatelyAn electric current willRipple throughout your soulAnd burst through your eyesLike shooting starsDancing across the skiesIn ecstasy.To tell your soul you love it -Is like...

Here in this endless and gleaming wildernessI was removed farther than ever from the world of men –And I never saw so close and so clearlyThe image in the mirror of my own soul.

In ev’ry life there comes a winter bleak That, in it, never yet seems life to come And on each heart such desolation wreak That even light from Heaven seems succumb’.But, even as in year,...

To those who abuse: the sin is yours, the crime is yours, and the shame is yours. To those who protect the perpetrators: blaming the victims only masks the evil within, making you as guilty...

The way through the worldIs more difficult to find than the way beyond it.

It’s January and I’m kicking snow off the ground. I just threw out the flower you made me promise to water, handle with care, because I was too careless, you said. Careless with things and...

Let This Darkness Be a Bell TowerQuiet friend who has come so far,feel how your breathing makes more space around you.Let this darkness be a bell towerand you the bell. As you ring,what batters you...

I said ”I love you so much it’s killing me”and you kept saying sorryso I stopped explainingfor it never made sense to youwhat always did to meto let what you love kill youand never regret....

I went to the Garden of Love, And saw what I never had seen: A Chapel was built in the midst, Where I used to play on the green. And the gates of this Chapel...

I won’t be stuck in traffic ’til I see how rugged my path isAnd right now I’m loving how fast my troubles are fastingNo they don’t bother me oh realizing I’m psychopathicA wild beast, baby...

Prayer is an insurance policy that you can never lapse on.

The sky was like ebony and the only illumination was the harsh white light of the central streetlamp, which cast shadows so hard it seemed you might cut yourself on them.

Peace is always beautiful.

Is the phrase ‘pay’ or ‘play the piper’I inquire, why’Cause I admire a desire to flip the switchYeah make a way to face the music likeLife savings for a mosh pit riotListen to a mixRock...

The bridge will only take you halfway there, to those mysterious lands you long to see. Through gypsy camps and swirling Arab fair, and moonlit woods where unicorns run free. So come and walk awhile...

And in the ocean I will fly to the bottomless pit of darkness

Although steady and slow are the trail to love, there is no path to see through without the engine of passionate and true. (Soar)

You know, there are good reasons to learn how to read. Poetry isn’t one of them. I mean, so what if two roads go two ways in a wood? So what? Who cares if it...

What could my mother beto yours? What kin is my fatherto yours anyway? And howdid you and I meet ever?But in loveour hearts have mingledlike red earth and pouring rain.

Good poetry reveals the beauty of joy and tragedy.

Stars open among the lilies.Are you not blinded by such expressionless sirens?This is the silence of astounded souls.

Well-wrought poems and works of imaginative literature can do for us what stone-cold prose can never do. They can help us grasp the full dimension of ways of life other than our own.

Great peace is found in little busy-ness. Chaucer

Literature is news which stays news.

With her hieroglyphics hiddenHiawatha hopped a train,And she higgledy piggledy hiedTo Hidalgo in the rain.

The sky never falls with the rain. It is never weighed down by all that it carries. It takes all of its anchorsand turns them into stars. Learn from this.

Love what is simple and beautiful. These are the essentials.

I have been happy, though in a dream.I have been happy-and I love the theme:Dreams! in their vivid colouring of lifeAs in that fleeting, shadowy, misty strife

I had forgotten. Disgust shadows desire.Another life is never safely envied.

VISIONS OF GRANDEURI’m walking through a sheet of glass instead of the door,Flying over a giant candlestick lighting up Central Park,Repeating two courses at Hard Knock’s College,And swimming through the Red Sea with silky jelly...

Then all the charm Is broken–all that phantom-world so fair Vanishes, and a thousand circlets spread, And each mis-shape the other.

A flowing flurry of flowers fell to the floor when I fell in love, as if my heart were a garden that gushed forth and flooded her being with the fragrance of romance.

There is another world, and it is in this one.