Streets paved with opal sadness,Lead me counterclockwise, to pockets of joy,And jazz.

Birthing hope from the madnessthat perches on the fenceof our once perfectdreams.

I walk alone, absorbed in my fantastic play, — Fencing with rhymes, which, parrying nimbly, back away; Tripping on words, as on rough paving in the street, Or bumping into verses I long had dreamed...

When Rachel Carson accepted the National Book Award, she said, ‘if there is poetry in my book about the sea it is not because I deliberately put it there but because no one could write...

ASK NOT IF POETRY IS DEAD, ASK HOW YOU CAN LIVE FOR POETRY.

the poem doesn’t have stanzas, it has a body, the poem doesn’t have lines,/ it has blood, the poem is not written with letters, it’s written/ with grains of sand and kisses, petals and moments,...

Mind led bodyto the edge of the precipice.They stared in desireat the naked abyss.If you love me, said mind,take that step into silence.If you love me, said body,turn and exist.

Times change, as do our wills, What we are – is ever changing; All the world is made of change, And forever attaining new qualities.

the world is better withoutthem.only the plants and the animals aretrue comrades.I drink to them and withthem.

I think poor poetry writing skills are excused when you’re simply trying to flush out emotions.

I sing the body electric”I know what hemeantI know what hewanted:to be completely alive every momentin spite of the inevitable.we can’t cheat death but we can make itwork so hardthat when it does takeusit will...

Y algo golpeaba en mi alma, fiebre o alas perdidas, y me fui haciendo solo, descifrando aquella quemadura y escribí la primera línea vaga, vaga, sin cuerpo, pura, tontería pura sabiduría del que no sabe...

If the colour of life turns grey turn the palette the other way

And tell me everything, tell chain by chain, and link by link, and step by step; sharpen the knives you kept hidden away, thrust them into my breast, into my hands, like a torrent of...

No one has imagined us. We want to live like trees,sycamores blazing through the sulfuric air,dappled with scars, still exuberantly budding,our animal passion rooted in the city.

and sometimes I sitdown at my typewriterand I thinknot of someonecause there isn’t anyoneto thinkabout and i wonderis it worth it

A voice that had traversed the centuries, so heavy it broke what it touched, so heavy I feared it would ring in me with eternal resonance, a voice rusty with the sound of curses and...

Thus it had come about that she had read far more fiction, and far more poetry, those two sanctuaries of the lonely, than most of her kind.

Heav’n from all creatures hides the book of Fate, All but the page prescrib’d, their present state; From brutes what men, from men what spirits know: Or who could suffer Being here below? The lamb...

It is naive to suppose that something that has been expressed in one form can be expressed in another without significantly changing its meaning, texture or value. Much prose translates fairly well from one language...

My heart is strong, I will not fail, I won’t be wronged, I will prevail.

You take my breath awayFrom mile awayHair, twice as niceSmile is your make up, angelic faceYou light up the entire placeCaptured my attentionCan’t help but stare at your perfectionso charming, You will set the red...

I wanted to write some words you’d remember.Words so alert they’d leap from the paper,crawl up your shoulder, lie by your ears,and purr themselves to you like baby kittens,but it was rainy, so I laid...

you cross the field in the snow leaving tracks in perfect whiteness …disturbing my placid universe…marking the landscape within me …

In the essence of truth lies deceit.

…we went to watch the waves that bitter day and the wind took your red cap and mittens – blew them into the sea…

God is busy and has no time for you.

…winter crescent resting in the high pine bough – you fly through the woods like a lone snow bird…

Beauty is a cheap word, but beauty remains priceless.

Boy and EggEvery few minutes, he wantsto march the trail of flattened rye grassback to the house of mutteringhens. He too could makea bed in hay. Yesterday the egg so freshit felt hot in his...

What you gain here, you lose on the other side.

Early mapmakers kept their backs to the sea

The world contained in a seed, Determined by its program.

A tamed woman will never leave her mark in the world.

It is futile to spend time telling stories about the fleetness of each day.

I will soothe you and heal you,I will bring you roses.I too have been covered with thorns.

If the sun rolled back like an eye,it would see the mind of God.

I arrived, I saw humans and I saw through their faces. Nothing ever changes but the light in their eyes. For I too have buried my demons today, without knowing what might remain beneath the...

Love is almost never simple.

I see them standing at the formal gates of their colleges,I see my father strolling outunder the ochre sandstone arch, thered tiles glinting like bentplates of blood behind his head, Isee my mother with a...

It is easy to see the glow but hard to recognize the awakening of silence.

As we know, Rilke, under the influence of Auguste Rodin, whom he had assisted between 1905 and 1906 in Meudon as a private secretary, turned away from the art nouveau-like, sensitized-atmospheric poetic approach of his...

How many unuttered words died in the heads of those for whom a word was too expensive.

මට දෙන්න ඔය තරු එළියතුරුපත් මත අතුරන්නනිම්නයක වැතිර සිටහමන සුළඟට කන් දෙන්න

Stars are only the rain of the Absolute.

Maple. MaypoleCatch and carry.Ash and Ember.Elderberry.Woolen. Woman.Moon at night.Willow. Window.Candlelight.Fallow farrow.Ash and oak.Bide and borrow.Chimney smoke.Barrel. Barley.Stone and stave.Wind and water.Misbehave.

Now Leroux, what think youOf this twist to the story?

The way we are living,timorous or bold,will have been our life.

down with hell and heaven and all the religious fussinfinity pleased our parents one inch looks good to us

O stand, stand at the window As the tears scald and start;You shall love your crooked neighbour With your crooked heart.