Degraded bird, I give you back your eyes forever, ascend now whither you are tossed;Forsake this wrist, forsake this rhyme;Soar, eat ether, see what has never been seen; depart, be lost,But climb.

In my errant life I roamedTo learn the secrets of women and men,Of gods and dreams.I’ve known all the countries of our world,I’ve lived a thousand lives:Many lives I lived in love, Other lives I...

The world doesn’t revolve around you!”The earth was fragile and mostly water,just the way the orange was mostly water if you peeled it,just the way I was mostly water if you peeled me.Looking back on...

Choose the life you want to live,But be sure not be a clone.It’s way too hard to follow others,When the instincts aren’t your own.You have don’t have to face life with a fight,No need to...

Moth: I gave you my life. Flame: I allowed you to kiss me.

But when you kiss me there’s a spark, and I can’t remember I’m only food to be consumed like an apple and not loved like a woman.

I am a student of life, and don’t want to miss any experience. There’s poetry in this sort of thing, you know–or perhaps you don’t know, but it’s all the same.

Conceptions are artificial. Perceptions are essential.

Truths are written, never said… Lines are drawn, but then they fade.

How surely gravity’s law,strong as an ocean current,takes hold of the smallest thingand pulls it toward the heart of the world.Each thing—each stone, blossom, child—is held in place.Only we, in our arrogance,push out beyond what...

I am a complicated person with a simple life.

The glory of Christianity is to conquer by forgiveness.

I love my love with a b because she is peculiar.

We live longerbut less preciselyand in shorter sentences.

Whereas story is processed in the mind in a straightforward manner, poetry bypasses rational thought and goes straight to the limbic system and lights it up like a brushfire. It’s the crack cocaine of the...

I am of old and young, of the foolish as much as the wise,Regardless of others, ever regardful of others,Maternal as well as paternal, a child as well as a man,Stuffed with the stuff that...

Plût au ciel que le lecteur, enhardi et devenu momentanément féroce comme ce qu’il lit, trouve, sans se désorienter, son chemin abrupt et sauvage, à travers les marécages désolés de ces pages sombres et pleines...

Nobody wanted your dance,Nobody wanted your strange glitter, your flounderingDrowning life and your effort to save yourself,Treading water, dancing the dark turmoil,Looking for something to give.

Over the water of time I call to youIn a language I do not know.

Falling in desire with truth and hope is enhancing our soul with a precious love…

Each arrow you shoot offcarries its own targetinto the decidedlysecrettangle

Give me a life time by the fire, with a book in my hand, nothing more and I will tell you a great story.

Stain BoyOf all the super heroes,the strangest one by far,doesn’t have a special power,or drive a fancy car.next to Superman and batman, I guess he must seem tame.But to me he is quite special,and Stain...

Senja yang retak. Kapalkapal berlayar membawa kenangan. Airmatamu menjelma puisi paling duri, paling angin.

I am the eye that beholds… And I am the dreamer that paints the stars in the night sky… For I am the one they call artist, and you call Love.

Speak against unconscious oppression,Speak against the tyranny of the unimaginative,Speak against bonds.

We are unraveling our navels so that we may ingest the sun. We are not afraid of the darkness. We trust that the moon shall guide us. We are determining the future at this very...

I wear the universe backwards. I imagine putting stars in my coffee, and sugar in the sky. I imagine going fishing in clouds, and watching the sun hide behind lakes. I’m too busy dancing with...

Some people will tell you there is a great deal of poetry and fine sentiment in a chest of tea.

Take this kiss upon the brow!And, in parting from you now,Thus much let me avow-You are not wrong, who deemThat my days have been a dream;Yet if hope has flown awayIn a night, or in...

I strove with none, for none was worth my strife.Nature I loved and, next to Nature, Art:I warm’d both hands before the fire of life;It sinks, and I am ready to depart.

TOMORROW’S WILLSilent world, I find myself,Glad no one hears my thoughts.In dark cocoon, I hibernate,Yet spirit spills every thought.A second chance to try again.The risks I know too well.Two sunsets turning into six-Awaits tomorrow’s will.

Poetry: the best words in the best order.

Love WasLove Will BeBut Most of All,Love is.Life Cannot Be Without ItIt is found in the WombIn The WoodsIn The Stars.To Be or Not to BeTo Love, or not to LoveThey Are Equal.My Soul Whispers...

Poetry calls into question what it means to be human

i have had my ups and downsbut wotthehell wotthehellyesterday sceptres and crownsfried oysters and velvet gownsand today i herd with bumsbut wotthehell wotthehelli wake the world from sleepas i caper and sing and leapwhen i...

I have drunken deep of joy,And I will taste no other wine tonight.

Nothing of heaven or earth Can take this heartFilled with loveNothing of heaven or earthCan divide usFrom cosmic energy

In general, I would think that at present prose writers are much in advance of the poets. In the old days, I read more poetry than prose, but now it is in prose where you...

It was not like everyone had said.Not like being needed,or needing; not desperate;it did not whisperthat I’d come to harm. I didn’t losemy head. No, I was notgoing to leap from a greatheight and flapmy...

No poet, no artist of any art, has his complete meaning alone. His significance, his appreciation is the appreciation of his relation to the dead poets and artists. You cannot value him alone; you must...

The Night Is Darkening Round MeThe night is darkening round me, The wild winds coldly blow; But a tyrant spell has bound me, And I cannot, cannot go. The giant trees are bending Their bare...

The emotion of art is impersonal. And the poet cannot reach this impersonality without surrendering himself wholly to the work to be done. And he is not likely to know what is to be done...

Wild Nights – Wild Nights!Were I with theeWild Nights should beOur luxury!Futile – the winds –To a heart in port –Done with the compass –Done with the chart!Rowing in Eden –Ah, the sea!Might I moor...

The most beautiful, amazing and inevitable fact about life- Everything has a natural healing process.

What if the mightiest word is love, love beyond marital, filial, national. Love that casts a widening pool of light. Love with no need to preempt grievance.In today’s sharp sparkle, this winter air, anything can...

If I’m not around I hope you’ll remember me and together we will hold on to our favorite song.

Poetry is a poets work in clandestine chemistry and there is no ethic other than poethics!

When I write…I am in the fond armsof a childhood friendupon whose colorful heart I can hang the charcoal drawingsof my woes.

We speak in (rich) monotones. Our poetry is haunted by the music it has left behind. Orpheus shrinks to a poet when he looks back, with the impatience of reason, on a music stronger than...