My heart leaps up when I beholdA rainbow in the sky:So was it when my life began;So is it now I am a man;

O I never thought that joys would run away from boys,Or that boys would change their minds and forsake such summer joys;But alack I never dreamed that the world had other toys

The difference between superlative pie and a wish for cake is crust. Understand that pie is a generous but self-centered substance. It likes attention, not affection. Do not hug your crust. Do not rub its...

I want to gossip about forever / against the part of your back that / is mine.

The new world is as yetbehind the veil of destinyIn my eyes, howeverits dawn has been unveiled

I fought angrily against seeing particular types of poetic organization because it seemed awful to see my own life and these actual events in that way. But when you put forth an intention into the...

We look at the world once, in childhood.The rest is memory.

Each star is a mirror reflecting the truth inside you.

Once I dated a woman I only liked 43%.So I only listened to 43% of what she said.Only told the truth 43% of the time.And only kissed with 43% of my lips.Some say you can’t...

Today I introduced myself to my very own Heart,In silent agony, after all these years it bled apart.

Laugh until you cry;never let your eyes look dryThis is not a matter of joke;this is all to provokeour sense of humourLife is its own consumer!

Parched by the deprivation of your love for so long made me forget what a cup brimming with love, on my lips, felt like. Everything that now wets it, only wrinkles it with a bland...

2.07 WALK OF LIFELife but like a cycle that you be riding,You will fall if you ever stop peddling,Life not of good cards you be holding,But those held and how you be playing.[68]- 4

I wonder-Did I peek through the veil impatiently, while you slowly forged the bonds that brought me to mortality? And do you now stand where I stodd yesterday, your cheeks against Heaven’s curtain, and pray-Pray...

For [W. B.] Yeats magic was not so much a kind of poetry as poetry a kind of magic, and the object of both alike was evocation of energies and knowledge from beyond normal consciousness.

Anyone who has no need of anybody but himself is either a beast or a God.”Aristotle

I didn’t know how to hold my lips.

Poets are interested primarily in death and commas.

Lollypop…the passion contained merely kissesplaced upon lips, neck and cheekthese young lovers of the castleof which our fairytale speaks…

sekali berarti sesudah itu mati

Cradle of SolitudeFor we know not why our tribulationsare given as suchour fragile formscreated from the dust…

Dead tree branches rattled,the cold wind seethed, it prattled of abominations about to unfold.A lone wolf howled,the full moon it prowled,ready for evils untold.

I wanted the past to go away, I wanted to leave it, like another country; I wanted my life to close, and open like a hinge, like a wing, like the part of the song...

I love you in my very own way.Like a stone loves the mosses around itLike a sea loves the pebbles in itLike a coincidence…Taking you as the way you are,With all the bruises, scars and...

DogfishI wantedThe past to go away, I wantedTo leave it, like another country; I wantedMy life to close, and openLike a hinge, like a wing, like the part of the song Where it fallsDown over...

Exercises are like prose, whereas yoga is the poetry of movements. Once you understand the grammar of yoga; you can write your poetry of movements.

Every avalanche was once a lonely snowflake, every flood was once an aching raindrop.

Love is as we will it to be.” ~ Amunhotep El Bey

When Great Trees FallWhen great trees fall,rocks on distant hills shudder,lions hunker downin tall grasses,and even elephantslumber after safety.When great trees fallin forests,small things recoil into silence,their senseseroded beyond fear.When great souls die,the air around...

Read for yourselves, read for the sake of your inspiration, for the sweet turmoil in your lovely head. But also read against yourselves, read for questioning and impotence, for despair and erudition, read the dry...

I’ve never seen beauty so devastatingas in the linesthat trace our hopeand fall from the stars.

A nation established under GodA nation that will only winif we stand together

To be a poet is to place pleasure, beauty and sensual delights front and centre, it means having a predilection for debauchery.

A fallen blossomreturning to the bough, I thought –But no, a butterfly.

A grain of poetry suffices to season a century.

the worst thing,” he told me,”is bitterness, people end up sobitter.

Hold your venomDo you recognise the instinctin me, fellow scorpion?

she wasn’t veryinterestingbut few peopleare.

I don’t think that I’ve been in love as suchAlthough I liked a few folk pretty wellLove must be vaster than my smiles or touchfor brave men died and empires rose and fellFor love, girls...

Kisslikeyouneverhada past.

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

So the freshness lives onin a lemon,in the sweet-smelling house of the rind,the proportions, arcane and acerb.

If I had my life to live over again, I would have made a rule to read some poetry and listen to some music at least once every week.

Moonlight and high wind.Dark poplars toss, insinuate the sea.

To do something very common, in my own way.

No mark survives this place: you too will yieldto unmemory.

Music resembles poetry, in eachAre nameless graces which no methods teach,And which a master hand alone can reach.

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...