All Quotes By Tag: Poetry

“Love is heavy and light, bright and dark, hot and cold, sick and healthy, asleep and awake- its everything except what it is! (Act 1, scene 1)”

“I dreamed I spoke in another’s language,I dreamed I lived in another’s skin,I dreamed I was my own beloved,I dreamed I was a tiger’s kin.I dreamed that Eden lived inside me,And when I breathed a garden came,I dreamed I knew all of Creation,I dreamed I knew the Creator’s name.I dreamed–and this dream was the finest–That all I dreamed was real and true,And we would live in joy forever,You in me, and me in you.”

“All my heart is yours, sir: it belongs to you; and with you it would remain, were fate to exile the rest of me from your presence forever.”

“I don’t care what you say to me. I care what you share with me.”

“Love, the poet said, is woman’s whole existence.”

“I know you’re tired but come, this is the way.”

“There is not a particle of life which does not bear poetry within it”

“Do I dare Disturb the universe? In a minute there is time For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse.”

“Have you ever lost yourself in a kiss? I mean pure psychedelic inebriation. Not just lustful petting but transcendental metamorphosis when you became aware that the greatness of this being was breathing into you. Licking the sides and corners of your mouth, like sealing a thousand fleshy envelopes filled with the essence of your passionate being and then opened by the same mouth and delivered back to you, over and over again – the first kiss of the rest of your life. A kiss that confirms that the universe is aligned, that the world’s greatest resource is love, and maybe even that God is a woman. With or without a belief in God, all kisses are metaphors decipherable by allocations of time, circumstance, and understanding”

“Love.Because of you, in gardens of blossomingFlowers I ache from the perfumes of spring.I have forgotten your face, I no longerRemember your hands; how did your lipsFeel on mine?Because of you, I love the white statuesDrowsing in the parks, the white statues thatHave neither voice nor sight.I have forgotten your voice, your happy voice;I have forgotten your eyes.Like a flower to its perfume, I am bound toMy vague memory of you. I live with painThat is like a wound; if you touch me, you willMake to me an irreperable harm.Your caresses enfold me, like climbingVines on melancholy walls.I have forgotten your love, yet I seem toGlimpse you in every window.Because of you, the heady perfumes ofSummer pain me; because of you, I againSeek out the signs that precipitate desires:Shooting stars, falling objects.”

“I may not always be with you But when we’re far apartRemember you will be with meRight inside my heart”

“What a strange thing!to be alivebeneath cherry blossoms.”

“i like my body when it is with yourbody. It is so quite new a thing.Muscles better and nerves more.i like your body. i like what it does,i like its hows. i like to feel the spineof your body and its bones, and the trembling-firm-smooth ness and which i willagain and again and againkiss, i like kissing this and that of you,i like, slowly stroking the, shocking fuzzof your electric fur, and what-is-it comesover parting flesh … And eyes big love-crumbs,and possibly i like the thrillof under me you so quite new.”

“Lovers alone wear sunlight.”

“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.”