let me diefrom having being drunk onindigo skies, my liver…overflowing with stars.

The glamorous life is a facade, a frauda farce of frivolous triteThe storybook is blank insideChivalry has died

I have more wisdom than any books ever written in history of times, any scripture ever written which you rhyme but this is not my purpose.

The more formidable the contradiction between inexhaustible life-joy and inevitable fate, the greater the longing which reveals itself in the kingdom of poetry and in the self-created world of dreams hopes to banish the dark...

When a man has many women in his life to cater to, one of them is bound to come last.

Inexpensive ProgressEncase your legs in nylons,Bestride your hills with pylonsO age without a soul;Away with gentle willowsAnd all the elmy billowsThat through your valleys roll.Let’s say goodbye to hedgesAnd roads with grassy edgesAnd winding country...

Waktu berjalan ke Barat di waktu pagi hari matahari mengikutiku di belakang.Aku berjalan mengikuti bayang-bayangku sendiri yang memanjang di depan.Aku dan matahari tidak bertengkar tentang siapa di antara kami yang telah menciptakan bayang-bayang,aku dan bayang-bayang...

If after I die, people want to write my biography, there is nothing simpler. They only need two dates: the date of my birth and the date of my death. Between one and another, every...

An editorial in the Los Angeles Times [1923] wistfully asked, ‘Will eating chestnuts by crackling log fires become one of the lost arts preserved by a devoted people only in poetry and romance?

To the bottle in the ditch, to the scoopin the oats, to air in the lunglet evening come.Let it come, as it will, and don’tbe afraid. God does not leave uscomfortless, so let evening come.

The yard was a little centre of regeneration. Here, with keen edges and smooth curves, were forms in the exact likeness of those he had seen abraded and time-eaten on the walls. These were the...

Come to the beach with meAnd watch the pelicans die,Hear their feeble screamsCalling to an empty skyWhere once they playedAnd scouted for food,Not scavenging like the gullsBut plummeting unafraidInto friendly waters.Come to the beach with...

Freud could never be certain, he said,in view of his wide and early reading,whether what seemed like a new creationmight not be the work insteadof hidden channels of memory leadingback to the notions of others...

Poetry can be more eloquent than the most eloquent sermons, and it becomes a weapon more formidable than the sharpest of swords; whenever such a poem–which finds its correct tune and conveys the excitement of...

Fragmentary BlueWhy make so much of fragmentary blueIn here and there a bird, or butterfly,Or flower, or wearing-stone, or open eye,When heaven presents in sheets the solid hue?Since earth is earth, perhaps, not heaven (as...

You love meand love me notyour love is an arm of clockjoining hands with mineonly to leave me again

What do I care, in the dreams and the languor of spring,That my songs do not show me at all?For they are a fragrance, and I am a flint and a fire,I am an answer,...

Summer night–even the starsare whispering to each other.

Sonnet 130My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun;Coral is far more red than her lips’ red;If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.I...

Be a poet in action as well as in words.

A revolution in the eyes of man carries purpose.A revolution in the eyes of the awakened carries bliss.

Children are the poem made flesh.

Take the time to write. You can do your life’s work in half an hour a day.

Euphemisms chosen by fear are a covenant with hypocrisy and will immediately destroy the poem and eventually destroy the poet.

The soil under the grass is dreaming of a young forest, and under the pavement the soil is dreaming of grass.

the moon is just another kind of clock

I keep following this sort of hidden river of my life, you know, whatever the topic or impulse which comes, I follow it along trustingly. And I don’t have any sense of its coming to...

Whatever the imagination seizes as Beauty must be truth -whether it existed before or not

Poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings: it takes its origin from emotion recollected in tranquility.

Invitation to EternitySay, wilt thou go with me, sweet maid,Say, maiden, wilt thou go with meThrough the valley-depths of shade, Of bright and dark obscurity; Where the path has lost its way, Where the sun...

Air goes in and outof my nose, throat, lungs, blood, heartbrain – and so I am

Go to the poets, they will speak to theeMore perfectly of purer creatures–

and you taste / of the memory of god abandoned.

Sufilere sohbet gerek Ahilere ahret gerek Mecnunlara Leyla gerek Bana seni gerek seni

Big Love and More Light!XxMwaaahhhhXx

Forgive me,joy,if I blasphemed youbefore I learned to love.

The words ‘I Love You’ kill, and resurrect millions, in less than a second.

Only tears can hear the sound of pain when warm blood reddens discolored stain

poems open doors;that don’t even exist.

I wonder at the starry pattern in the skyAre they little pieces of moon which want to fly..?

We are all running towards a destination which doesn’t exist. On our way, dogs of life keep barking at us where we respond to some and some we throw stones at. Every dog teaches a...

I recall that now and I recall everything for what do we have but the past to parent us?

Do you know they found land mines in woman’s souls.

Each month is gay,Each season nice,When eatingChicken soupWith rice

There has fallen a splendid tearFrom the passion-flower at the gate.She is coming, my dove, my dear;She is coming, my life, my fate.The red rose cries, “She is near, she is near;”And the white rose...

When we walk in the sunour shadows are like barges of silence.

I am not obsessing.I am just sitting hereperforating this post-itwith a push-pin.

… ancient days of sorrowancient days of pain-heartaches of the pastslowly began to wane …(from gleaning granules)

Just know I amNot there to catch youBut I am there for you

Bring Down The WallsI will bring down the wallsthat surround me today.I will no longer be kept quietMeek enough to drown today….