All Quotes By Tag: Poetry-quotes

“there is some achingthat will only heal…in the mosque of sleep.”

“ ‘Paradise Lost’ was printed in an edition of no more than 1,500 copies and transformed the English language. Took a while. Wordsworth had new ideas about nature: Thoreau read Wordsworth, Muir read Thoreau, Teddy Roosevelt read Muir, and we got a lot of national parks. Took a century. What poetry gives us is an archive, the fullest existent archive of what human beings have thought and felt by the kind of artists who loved language in a way that allowed them to labor over how you make a music of words to render experience exactly and fully.”

“I breathe in…the fragranceof love, and moist sandthe onehis roses lefton both my handsI just keep on breathingevery momentas much as I canpreserving it, in my bodyfor the dayit can’t.”

“i want to stay curled and cosiedand chocolated….foreverin my mother’s arms.”

“Within my reflection I see tears, for what I see is the truth, are my greatest fears.”

“I see what I want of Love… I see horses making the meadow dance, fifty guitars sighing, and a swarm of bees suckling the wild berries, and I close my eyes until I see our shadow behind this dispossessed place… I see what I want of people: their desire to long for anything, their lateness in getting to work and their hurry to return to their folk… and their need to say: Good Morning…”

“and the afterglow…of your gaze…is the onlysweater that I need.”

“Life is just a slide. Back and forth between loving and leaving, remembering and forgetting, holding on and letting go.”

“May your love for me be likethe scent of the evening seadrifting inthrough a quiet windowso i do not have to runor chase or fall… to feel youall i have to dois breathe.”

“the onewho will jolt awakeall the unwrittenthe unsungand the unlived in me. i am waitingfor him.”

“i hope thatwhoever you arewherever you areand no matter howyou are feelingyou will always have somethingto smile about.”

“be the kiss in my hairthat no one seesmove, when i movesigh, when i sigh…be that line from a poemthat i hold in my eyes.”

“I never understood desire until i felt your hands around my throat.”

“This is where I belong, burning in these flames. For everything I have done wrong, I know I am to blame.”

“in the afterglowof an evening raini lay downin the grass and think of youmy body acheslike an after-kissbreaking in soft firesand wildflowersmy dear, i will always bethis tender for you.”