All Quotes By Tag: Poetry

“I have to live with myself and so, I want to be fit for myself to know.”

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

“A writer is not so much someone who has something to say as he is someone who has found a process that will bring about new things he would not have thought of if he had not started to say them.”

“Therefore, since the world has stillMuch good, but much less good than ill,And while the sun and moon endureLuck’s a chance, but trouble’s sure,I’d face it as a wise man would,And train for ill and not for good.”

“Poetry: three mismatched shoes at the entrance of a dark alley.”

“When I throw back my head and howlPeople (women mostly) sayBut you’ve always done what you want, You always get your way- A perfectly vile and foulInversion of all that’s been.What the old ratbags meanIs I’ve never done what I don’t.So the shit in the shuttered chateauWho does his five hundred wordsThen parts out the rest of the dayBetween bathing and booze and birdsIs far off as ever, but soIs that spectacled schoolteaching sod(Six kids, and the wife in pod, And her parents coming to stay)…Life is an immobile, locked, Three-handed struggle betweenYour wants, the world’s for you, and (worse)The unbeatable slow machineThat brings what you’ll get. Blocked, They strain round a hollow stasisOf havings-to, fear, faces.Days sift down it constantly. Years.–The Life with the Hole in It”

“It’s not the word made flesh we want in writing, in poetry and fiction, but the flesh made word”

“One way poetry connects is across time. . . . Some echo of a writer’s physical experience comes into us when we read her poem.”

“We are all old-timers,each of us holds a locked razor.”

“To evade such temptations is the first duty of the poet. For as the ear is the antechamber to the soul, poetry can adulterate and destroy more surely then lust or gunpowder. The poet’s, then, is the highest office of all. His words reach where others fall short. A silly song of Shakespeare’s has done more for the poor and the wicked than all the preachers and philanthropists in the world. ”

“My house burned downBut anyway, it was afterThe flower petals had already fallen”

“The South-wind bringsLife, sunshine and desire,And on every mount and meadowBreathes aromatic fire;But over the dead he has no power,The lost, the lost, he cannot restore;And, looking over the hills, I mournThe darling who shall not return.”

“Maybe if I could slip into Sylvia’s mind, sort out the spices in her rack, alphabetize them and dust them off. Maybe then I’d understand how it’s the little things that pull you under.”

“A wind starts to blow, without feelings,A song falls in love, without singing,A life will begin in melodies of the strings,May you find all pleasure of the light,God bless, Warrior of Light!”

“One could say that artists are people who think naturally in highly patterned ways.”