All Quotes By Tag: Poetry

“It is ferocious, life, but it must eat . . .”

“I said: ‘A line will take us hours maybe;Yet if it does not seem a moment’s thought,Our stitching and unstitching has been naught.”

“Mute in that golden silence hung with green,Come down from heaven and bring me in your eyesRemembrance of all beauty that has been,And stillness from the pools of Paradise.”

“They mutilate they torment each otherwith silences with wordsas if they had anotherlife to livethey do soas if they had forgottenthat their bodiesare inclined to deaththat the insides of men easily break downruthless with each otherthey are weakerthan plants and animalsthey can be killed by a wordby a smile by a look ”

“Don’t patronize the chain bookstores. Every time I see some author scheduled to read and sign his books at a chain bookstore, I feel like telling him he’s stabbing the independent bookstores in the back.”

“This dream the world is having about itselfincludes a trace on the plains of the Oregon trail,a groove in the grass my father showed us allone day while meadowlarks were trying to tellsomething better about to happen.”

“When people say, “I’ve told you fifty times,” / They mean to scold, and very often do; / When poets say, “I’ve written fifty rhymes,” / They make you dread that they ‘II recite them too;In gangs of fifty, thieves commit their crimes; / At fifty love for love is rare, ‘t is true, / But then, no doubt, it equally as true is, / A good deal may be bought for fifty Louis.”

“Everything has its poetry. 94”

“The poem has a social effect of some kind whether or not the poet wills it to have. It has a kenetic force, it sets in motion…elements in the reader that would otherwise remain stagnant.”

“Sharing one umbrella,We have to hold each other,Round the waist to keep together,You ask me why I’m smiling-It’s because I’m thinking,I want it to rain forever.”

“Maybe when water yearned for fire / it invented waves / so one day they might become flames”

“Bring to me, it said, continual proof / you’ve been alive.”

“I heard a bird congratulating itselfall day for being a jay.Nobody cared. But it was gladall over again, and said so, again.”

“Amé, fuí amado, el sol acarició mi faz.¡Vida, nada me debes! ¡Vida, estamos en paz!I loved, I was loved, the sun stroked my face.Life, you owe me nothing! Life, we are at peace!”

“If rape or arson, poison or the knifeHas wove no pleasing patterns in the stuffOf this drab canvas we accept as life -It is because we are not bold enough!”