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…

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.

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.

…(my father) would say nothing,And I could not find a silenceAmong the one hundred Chinese silencesThat would fit the one he createdEven though I was the one Who had just made up the businessOf the...

Discouragement, fear, and depression—three villains who lurk in the dark.They slip inside souls with a blindfold and goals to shatter your dreams and extinguish your spark.Their tactics are highly effective.They crush a great many each...

His Highness was always confident in his statements, especially about what he viewed for the first time.

ගඟ දියම හැඩි කළෙමිනොපෙනෙන පිණිස රුවඑ සඳ ඔබ මතු වියපුර පසම දෙබෑ කර

Darkness does not age; nothing is always nothing

My spirit mirrors the radiance of a clear, blue sky. With closed eyes I lift my face and smile, warmed from the core and from above. All hopes and dreams compete with this endless expanse...

A penny for the moat, where all the ashen song be wrote—a tune for man, so long eloped in hours of decision and derisive hope. Flutter, flutter heart, beyond your base and noble part. All...

All I know is a door into the dark

There is nothinggoing on. I took nothingyou wanted. You can’thave it back.

When words lose their meaning, physical force takes over.from an essay for Writers by Nancy Crampton

A single wire hanger on a nail by itselfIsn’t bad though a stack of them on a floorIs too gloomy for words.

He wanted to tell the baby that Paris was like a poem in stone.

Catch from the board of beauty/ Such careless crumbs as fall.

I used to be a poet.My words were traded in marketplaces like pieces of gold.Merchants bought my verses for as much as they paid for saffron and Indian jade.Now I am old…drunk on wine and...

How can I find the words? Poets have taken them all and left me with nothing to say or do””Except to teach me for the first time what they meant.

I only wake up twice a year,And twice a year I live;In the equinox I am aware,Flying high and everywhere;On other days I grieve.

And when Peace here does houseHe comes with work to do, he does not come to coo,He comes to brood and sit.

There’s no one to mourn for a life that love stole.

…Perses, hear me out on justice, and take what I have to say to heart; cease thinking of violence. For the son of Kronos, Zeus, has ordained this law to men: that fishes and wild...

Extinguish my eyes, I’ll go on seeing you.Seal my ears, I’ll go on hearing you.And without feet I can make my way to you,without a mouth I can swear your name.Break off my arms, I’ll...

You were the hardest year of my life and I’ve never been so happy. What does that say about me?

Love SongHow can I keep my soul in me, so thatit doesn’t touch your soul? How can I raiseit high enough, past you, to other things?I would like to shelter it, among remotelost objects, in...

I was never afraid of the dark and I spent my youth walking through empty playgrounds at midnight, worried mothers telling girls to be careful and ”the world is an ugly place and not everyone...

Perasaan tidak sejalan dengan logika!Kebodohan macam apa ini?

To be happy to be sad and sad to be happy is to sing an echo in that beautiful language called Sorrow.

Some PeopleSome people flee some other people. In some country under a sun and some clouds. They abandon something close to all they’ve got, sown fields, some chickens, dogs, mirrors in which fire now preens....

His mindIt says survival of the fittest butHis soulRevival of the idiotsSo good riddance, dancing

The Scholars”Bald heads forgetful of their sins,Old, learned, respectable bald headsEdit and annotate the linesThat young men, tossing on their beds,Rhymed out in love’s despairTo flatter beauty’s ignorant ear.They’ll cough in the ink to the...

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