love meget lost in mebut bewareside effects includea lot of shivering, babya lot of drinking, maybea lot of sinking, baby

Where music thundered let the mind be still,Where the will triumphed let there be no will,What light revealed, now let the dark fulfill.

Oh, what is brighter than the light?What is darker than the night?What is keener than an axe?What is softer than melting wax?Truth is brighter than the light,Falsehood darker than the night.Revenge is keener than an...

Bridge burned from end to end,and I don’t miss you anymore.You delivered silenceI’ve birthed freedom.

We can hear your voiceWe can hear it through the songs of praiseWe can hear it through the birdsWe can hear it through the windWe can hear your voice in our heartsWe can hear your...

I feel like shredded paper thrown to the wind, each poet took a piece of me and wrote a word or phrase…

POETRY HAS A PEPTIC PRESENCE. PRESENTLY.

Listen, real poetry doesn’t say anything; it just ticks off the possibilities. Opens all doors. You can walk through anyone that suits you.

Some women marry houses.

Some of the greatest poetry is revealing to the reader the beauty in something that was so simple you had taken it for granted.

Venus TransiensTell me, Was Venus more beautiful Than you are, When she topped The crinkled waves, Drifting shoreward On her plaited shell? Was Botticelli’s vision Fairer than mine; And were the painted rosebuds He tossed...

…Thought lengths it, pulls an invisible world through a needle’s eye one detail at a time, …

once ruffle-skirted vanity table where I primped at thirteen, opening drawers to a private chaos of eyeshadows lavender teal sky-blue, swarms of hair pins pony tail fasteners, stashes of powders, colonies of tiny lipsticks (p.39)

Have I had two roads, I would have chosen their third.

It was at that agethat poetry came in search of me.

at first when the rain fell from the sky so wide and deepit smelled like sage, my favorite smellI went up on the plateau to watch it cometo see the gifts it always broughtbut this...

Fue adondo a mi me perdieronquw logre por fin encontrarme?Was it where they lost methat I finally found myself?

[Poetry] is the liquid voice that can wear through stone.

you see, my whole life is tied up to unhappiness it’s father cooking breakfast and me getting fat as a hog or having no food at all and father proving his incompetence again i wish...

say what you mean and mean what you say

She believes poetry is ‘a way of coming to know the realness of things; fiction is a way of coming to know the world of relationships; nonfiction is a way of coming to know the...

I have outlasted all desire,My dreams and I have grown apart;My grief alone is left entire,The gleamings of an empty heart.The storms of ruthless dispensationHave struck my flowery garland numb,I live in lonely desolationAnd wonder...

someone’s senta loving notein lines of returning geeseand as the moon fillsmy western chamberas petals danceover the flowing streamagain I think of youthe two of usliving a sadnessaparta hurt that can’t be removedyet when my...

A Litany for SurvivalFor those of us who live at the shorelinestanding upon the constant edges of decisioncrucial and alonefor those of us who cannot indulgethe passing dreams of choicewho love in doorways coming and...

Poetry is nearer to vital truth than history.

NowNow is the time…Now is the time – Make a changeNow is the time – All is strangeNow is the time – Start life anewNow is the time – Cannot stewHeartbreak, loss, pain, and challenges...

…poetry is paying attention to life when all the world seems asleep to its beauties and truths…

Even if you are alone you wage war with yourself.

… this longing inside me that never goes away, must be a poem…must be you …

The world is God’s salvation.

here’s a toast to Alan Turingborn in harsher, darker timeswho thought outside the containerand loved outside the linesand so the code-breaker was brokenand we’re sorryyes now the s-word has been spokenthe official conscience woken– very...

Serious affairs and history are carefully laid snares for the uninformed.

,Os dais cuenta cabal de la cadena de crímenes tramados por la nena? Crimen número uno: la acusada comete allanamiento de morada. Crimen número dos: el personaje se queda con tres platos de potaje. Crimen...

Life eats life to live.

Auden is an accomplished rhymer and Shakespeare is not.

From nothing comes everything.

Look deeper through the telescopeand do not be afraid when the starscollide towards the darkness,because sometimes the most beautifulthings begin in chaos.

With your goal you make the one.

This poetry. I never know what I’m going to say.

Prayer is a many fingeredand kaleidoscopic thing—it foldsand unfolds inside of you. It entersthe many rooms you cannot enter.

Use love as the only instrument to question the world around you.

They blossomed, they did not talk about blossoming.

Advice to Young Poets Never pretend to be a unicorn by sticking a plunger on your head.

You know the parlor trick.wrap your arms around your own bodyand from the back it looks likesomeone is embracing youher hands grasping your shirther fingernails teasing your neckfrom the front it is another storyyou never...

What the poet has to say to the torso of the supposed Apollo, however, is more than a note on an excursion to the antiquities collection. The author’s point is not that the thing depicts...

In the lie of truth lies the truth.

මා සොවෙනි, උන්මාදයෙනිඔබ මා’සල නැති විටආලය කියන්නේ එයටදැයිමම නොදනිමි

Absolute is a game with only one player where Absolute forgets itself so it would have a reason to fulfill the motion while returning.

The sweetest melody that playsOn starry nights and wintry days,Most soothing to my listening earsAnd calming to beleaguering fears,I call a symphony on air―The song of sweet, still silence rare.

Monsieur, you must be mad!Box Five can never be hadFor money, love or the world …