All Quotes By Tag: Poetry

“An anaesthetic is a poet-killer.”

“Love’s language is imprecise,fits more like mittens than gloves.”

“holding a tiny dixie cup in my hand makes me feel like a giant human being that can crush things”

“O rose, you look sick.O rose, wake up and sing.”

“The first year was like icing. Then the cake started to show through …”

“Historical sense and poetic sense should not, in the end, be contradictory, for if poetry is the little myth we make, history is the big myth we live, and in our living, constantly remake.”

“The VagabondGive to me the life I love,Let the lave go by me,Give the jolly heaven aboveAnd the byway nigh me.Bed in the bush with stars to see,Bread I dip in the river -There’s the life for a man like me,There’s the life for ever.Let the blow fall soon or late,Let what will be o’er me;Give the face of earth aroundAnd the road before me.Wealth I seek not, hope nor love,Nor a friend to know me;All I seek, the heaven aboveAnd the road below me.Or let autumn fall on meWhere afield I linger,Silencing the bird on tree,Biting the blue finger.White as meal the frosty field -Warm the fireside haven -Not to autumn will I yield,Not to winter even!Let the blow fall soon or late,Let what will be o’er me;Give the face of earth around,And the road before me.Wealth I ask not, hope nor love,Nor a friend to know me;All I ask, the heaven aboveAnd the road below me.”

“The kind of poem I produced in those days was hardly anything more than a sign I made of being alive, of passing or having passed, or hoping to pass, through certain intense human emotions. It was a phenomenon of orientation rather than of art, thus comparable to stripes of paint on a roadside rock or to a pillared heap of stones marking a mountain trail. But then, in a sense, all poetry is positional: to try to express one’s position in regard to the universe embraced by consciousness, is an immemorial urge. Tentacles, not wings, are Apollo’s natural members. Vivian Bloodmark, a philosophical friend of mine, in later years, used to say that while the scientist sees everything that happens in one point of space, the poet feels everything that happens in one point of time.”

“Song of MyselfI have heard what the talkers were talking, the talk of the beginning and the end, But I do not talk of the beginning or the end. There was never any more inception than there is now, Nor any more youth or age than there is now, And will never be any more perfection than there is now, Nor any more heaven or hell than there is now.”

“We wrote our names in the sandYou crossed mine out: I can’t getback to the way I was.”

“The BALLPOINT PENGUINS, black and white, Do little else but write and write.Although they’ve nothing much to say, They write and write it anyway….”

“There is nothing like scrubbing toilets for a living to make you question the choices you have made in life.”

“English:Ô, take this eager dance you fool, don’t brandish your stick at me. I have several reasons to travel on, on to the endless sea: I have lost my love. I’ve drunk my purse. My girl has gone, and left me rags to sleep upon. These old man’s gloves conceal the hands with which I’ve killed but one!Francais: Idiot, prends cette danse ardente, au lieu de tendre ton bâton.J’en ai des raisons de voyager encore sur la mer infinie: J’ai perdu l’amour et j’ai bu ma bourse.Ma belle m’a quitté, j’ai ses haillons pour m’abriter. Mes gants de vieillard cachent les mains d’un fameux assassin!”

“Isn’t joyful or painful this pain in which I rejoice”

“I feel the only thing you can do about life is to preserve it, by art if you’re an artist, by children if you’re not.”