All Quotes By Tag: Poetry

“With heart at rest I climbed the citadel’sSteep height, and saw the city as from a tower,Hospital, brothel, prison, and such hells,Where evil comes up softly like a flower.Thou knowest, O Satan, patron of my pain,Not for vain tears I went up at that hour;But like an old sad faithful lecher, fainTo drink delight of that enormous trullWhose hellish beauty makes me young again.Whether thou sleep, with heavy vapors full,Sodden with day, or, new appareled, standIn gold-laced veils of evening beautiful,I love thee, infamous city! Harlots andHunted have pleasures of their own to give,The vulgar herd can never understand.”

“I don’t want tobecause boysdon’t write poetry.Girls do.”

“Hearing a crow with no mouthCry in the deepDarkness of the night,I feel a longing forMy father before he was born.”

“contemporary poetry is a kind of Reykjavik, a place where accessibility and intelligence have been fighting a Cold War by proxy for the last half-century. ”

“La heradera del dia destruida.(The heiress of the destroyed day.)”

“He’d been let down so oftenHis brow was on the floorBut then they foundA small hole in the groundAnd let him down some more”

“For we cannot tarry here,We must march my darlings, we must bear the brunt of danger,We, the youthful sinewy races, all the rest on us depend, Pioneers! O pioneers! ”

“Sometimes he did not know if he slept or just thought about sleep.”

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

“Through endless night the earth whirls toward a creation unknown…”

“Armed I am with love. Disarmed I am.”

“if everything happens that can’t be done(and anything’s righterthan bookscould plan)the stupidest teacher will almost guess(with a runskiparound we go yes)there’s nothing as something as oneone hasn’t a why or because or although(and buds know betterthan booksdon’t grow)one’s anything old being everything new(with a whatwhicharound we come who)one’s everyanything soso world is a leaf so tree is a bough(and birds sing sweeterthan bookstell how)so here is away and so your is a my(with a downuparound again fly)forever was never till nownow i love you and you love me(and books are shutterthan bookscan be)and deep in the high that does nothing but fall(with a shouteacharound we go all)there’s somebody calling who’s wewe’re anything brighter than even the sun(we’re everything greaterthan booksmight mean)we’re everanything more than believe(with a spinleapalive we’re alive)we’re wonderful one times one”

“And watch two men washing clothes,one makes dry clothes wet. The other makes wet clothes dry. they seem to be thwarting each other, but their work is a perfect harmony.Every holy person seems to have a different doctrine and practice, but there’s really only one work.”

“I’ve had it with these cheap sons of bitches who claim they love poetry but never buy a book.”

“Works of art are of an infinite solitude, and no means of approach is so useless as criticism. Only love can touch and hold them and be fair to them.”