I negate this distance with / what it would be / to be shining you.

The Poetry of LoveWe see the world with the eyes of a small child.We visualize the beauty of the world with an unique magic sense,and unfold our deeper feelings and expectations diffusing the seizing negative...

Rocket shipsare excitingbut so are roseson a birthday.

We will each weed through the last year and try to spot the moment we began breaking. We will repel sprint away from each other. Your voice will take months to drain out from my...

We didn’t deny the obvious,but we didn’t entirely accept it either.I mean, we said hello to it each morningin the foyer. We patted its little headas it made a mess in the backyard,but we never...

Poetry, like jazz, is one of those dazzling diamonds of creative industry that help human beings make sense out of the comedies and tragedies that contextualize our lives.

I love the writers of my thousand books. It pleases me to think how astonished old Homer, whoever he was, would be to find his epics on the shelf of such an unimaginable being as...

The horses suddenly began to neigh, protestingAgainst those who were drowning them in the ocean.The horses sank to the bottom, neighing, neighing.Until they had all gone down.That is all. Nevertheless, I pity them,Those bay horses,...

Poetry is not for profit. Poetry is for Posterity.

and feelings were always smarter things than thoughts

Welcome, thou kind deceiver!Thou best of thieves: who, with an easy key,Dost open life, and, unperceived by us,Even steal us from ourselves.

I embrace the purpose of God and the doom assigned

Sometimes he did not know if he slept or just thought about sleep.

Consider in his spiritual martyr this being who lies with closed eyes, dislocated like the victim of a brutal accident who no longer requires care or rescue. Count the stabbing wounds of the hideous disappointment...

I will never take what is never given, but I will receive to what is given.

He remembers which sisterI like least and askshow she is doing.(lines 9-11 of the poem ‘Divorce’)

PartingOne is strong, a child now grownThe other weak, a parent aged-The strong once feebleThe weak once mighty-Time, the infinityhas marked them…

Rain turned to ice,and lightning splintered, it splicedthe black sky, it seeped a bright white.All animals they fled,from the sky as it bled,pale death that fell veiling the night.

Think of what starlight And lamplight would lack Diamonds and fireflies If they couldn’t lean against Black. . . .

Some men are born sodomites, some achieve sodomy, and some have sodomy thrust upon them…

Sleeping In The ForestI thought the earth remembered me,she took me back so tenderly,arranging her dark skirts, her pocketsfull of lichens and seeds.I slept as never before, a stone on the river bed,nothing between me...

Each form is inadequate, like a graft to be rejected by its intractable and unrelenting host and thus can only serve a brief and momentary purpose coherent to a context rooted in contiguous reason. This...

A rua dos cataventosDa vez primeira em que me assassinaram,Perdi um jeito de sorrir que eu tinha.Depois, a cada vez que me mataram,Foram levando qualquer coisa minha.Hoje, dos meu cadáveres eu souO mais desnudo, o...

thighs made of hymns, I read ’em like I’m reading runes. Now tell me where my future lies…your neck, can I Savion on it?

…when the petals fallSay it is beautiful and good, say it is well

Blackadder was fifty-four and had come to editing Ash out of pique. He was the son and grandson of Scottish schoolmasters. His grandfather recited poetry on firelight evenings: Marmion, Childe Harold, Ragnarok. His father sent...

Careful.The fall is quick,steep,and permanent.

To be held in his armsI long for that dayThe da that I get to seemore wonderful things

Lord, give me the quietness of the waters of this little brook and like it I will amalgamate myself in thee!

THE AMPUTATED HEARTBEATS HARDER

The morning slathers its whateveracross the thing.

the gods play nofavorites.

I wrote a fair amount of poetry in college. It was really, really bad. I mean, bad. And that’s how I found out—by doing it.

I often stood in front of the mirror alone, wondering how ugly a person could get.

Some natural tears they dropped, but wiped them soon; The world was all before them, where to choose their place of rest, and Providence their guide: They hand in hand with wand’ring steps and slow,...

Go tell your father about it.”They leave. I inhale the lavender mist. Slather bubbles over my skin. Five more minutes … And, next time, I shall lock the door.

Sólo con una ardiente paciencia conquistaremos la espléndida ciudad que dará luz, justicia y dignidad a todos los hombres. Así la poesía no habrá cantado en vano.

We manufacture wonder where we can.

yo te amo para comenzar a amarte,para recomenzar el infinitoy para no dejar de amarte nunca:por eso no te amo todavía.

Virtually everyone needs motivation of some sort, but when you are in love – that is motivation enough, it turns many into poets and painters, it spurs the creativity in you.

We’ve hadour wisdom wrungfrom emotion’s spongeand yet it still drips

I’m restless. Things are calling me away. My hair is being pulled by the stars again.

Don’t patronize the chain bookstores. Every time I see some author scheduled to read and sign his books at a chain bookstore, I feel like telling him he’s stabbing the independent bookstores in the back.

I plan to be a sinner tonight. Could’ve been something else, but looked way too good in my red dress to be anything Christian.

. . . poetry, like all imaginative creations, divines the human enterprise. This is poetry’s social value.

Her smile was like laughter to me— it bubbled in like champagne.

This is my life and lovestory listen losely and hold on tight this a roller coaster hell of a ride

But my heart is an old house(the kind my mothergrew up in)hell to heat and cooland faulty in the wiringand though it’s nice to look atI have no businessinviting lovers in.

…come lie beside me again and understand – the others can show by actions, but I alone will immortalize you in words…

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