All Quotes By Tag: Poetry

“Recipe For Happiness Khaborovsk Or Anyplace’One grand boulevard with treeswith one grand cafe in sunwith strong black coffee in very small cups.One not necessarily very beautifulman or woman who loves you.One fine day.”

“I Hear the sledges with the bells – Silver bells! What a world of merriment their melody foretells! How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, In the icy air of night! While the stars that oversprinkle All the heavens, seem to twinkle With a crystalline delight; Keeping time, time, time, In a sort of Runic rhyme, To the tintinnabulation that so musically wells From the bells, bells, bells, bells, Bells, bells, bells – From the jingling and the tinkling of the bells. II Hear the mellow wedding bells – Golden bells! What a world of happiness their harmony foretells! Through the balmy air of night How they ring out their delight! – From the molten – golden notes, And all in tune, What a liquid ditty floats To the turtle – dove that listens, while she gloats On the moon! Oh, from out the sounding cells, What a gush of euphony voluminously wells! How it swells! How it dwells On the Future! – how it tells Of the rapture that impels To the swinging and the ringing Of the bells, bells, bells – Of the bells, bells, bells, bells, Bells, bells, bells – To the rhyming and the chiming of the bells! III Hear the loud alarum bells – Brazen bells! What a tale of terror, now, their turbulency tells! In the startled ear of night How they scream out their affright! Too much horrified to speak, They can only shriek, shriek, Out of tune, In a clamorous appealing to the mercy of the fire, In a mad expostulation with the deaf and frantic fire, Leaping higher, higher, higher, With a desperate desire, And a resolute endeavor Now – now to sit, or never, By the side of the pale – faced moon. Oh, the bells, bells, bells! What a tale their terror tells Of Despair! How they clang, and clash and roar! What a horror they outpour On the bosom of the palpitating air! Yet the ear, it fully knows, By the twanging, And the clanging, How the danger ebbs and flows; Yet the ear distinctly tells, In the jangling, And the wrangling, How the danger sinks and swells, By the sinking or the swelling in the anger of the bells – Of the bells – Of the bells, bells, bells, bells, Bells, bells, bells – In the clamor and the clanging of the bells! IV Hear the tolling of the bells – Iron bells! What a world of solemn thought their monody compels! In the silence of the night, How we shiver with affright At the melancholy menace of their tone! For every sound that floats From the rust within their throats Is a groan. And the people – ah, the people – They that dwell up in the steeple, All alone, And who, tolling, tolling, tolling, In that muffled monotone, Feel a glory in so rolling On the human heart a stone – They are neither man nor woman – They are neither brute nor human – They are Ghouls: – And their king it is who tolls: – And he rolls, rolls, rolls, Rolls A paean from the bells! And his merry bosom swells With the paean of the bells! And he dances, and he yells; Keeping time, time, time, In a sort of Runic rhyme, To the paean of the bells: – Of the bells: Keeping time, time, time In a sort of Runic rhyme, To the throbbing of the bells – Of the bells, bells, bells: – To the sobbing of the bells: – Keeping time, time, time, As he knells, knells, knells, In a happy Runic rhyme, To the rolling of the bells – Of the bells, bells, bells – To the tolling of the bells – Of the bells, bells, bells, bells, Bells, bells, bells, – To the moaning and the groaning of the bells. ”

“There is another alphabet, whispering from every leaf, singing from every river, shimmering from every sky.”

“Use the wings of the flying Universe, Dream with open eyes; See in darkness.”

“HappinessSo early it’s still almost dark out.I’m near the window with coffee,and the usual early morning stuffthat passes for thought.When I see the boy and his friendwalking up the roadto deliver the newspaper.They wear caps and sweaters,and one boy has a bag over his shoulder.They are so happythey aren’t saying anything, these boys.I think if they could, they would takeeach other’s arm.It’s early in the morning,and they are doing this thing together.They come on, slowly.The sky is taking on light,though the moon still hangs pale over the water.Such beauty that for a minutedeath and ambition, even love,doesn’t enter into this.Happiness. It comes onunexpectedly. And goes beyond, really,any early morning talk about it.”

“Her happiness floated like waves of ocean along the coast of her life. She found lyrics of her life in his arms but she never sung her song.”

“I visited many places, Some of them quite Exotic and far away, But I always returned to myself.”

“Wherever I go, I meet myself.”

“It is beautiful to express love and even more beautiful to feel it.”

“Ink runs from the corners of my mouth.There is no happiness like mine.I have been eating poetry.”

“If you want to annoy a poet, explain his poetry.”

“To hide feelings when you are near crying is the secret of dignity.”

“Laugh, and the world laughs with you;Weep, and you weep alone;For the sad old earth must borrow its mirth,But has trouble enough of its own.”

“I am the shore and the ocean, awaiting myself on both sides.”

“It is strange how often a heart must be broken Before the years can make it wise.”