All Quotes By Tag: Poetry

“Open wide the mind’s cage-door,She’ll dart forth, and cloudward soar.”

“I wait on my fix:I am a poetry junkie.”

“Know that I loved you and that I belonged to you. And I wouldn’t have had it any other way.”

“The MoonAnd, like a dying lady lean and pale,Who totters forth, wrapp’d in a gauzy veil,Out of her chamber, led by the insaneAnd feeble wanderings of her fading brain,The moon arose up in the murky eastA white and shapeless mass.Art thou pale for wearinessOf climbing heaven and gazing on the earth,Wandering companionlessAmong the stars that have a different birth,And ever changing, like a joyless eyeThat finds no object worth its constancy?”

“For you may palm upon us new for old:All, as they say, that glitters, is not gold.”

“. . . chasing after words like trying to grab the tails of comets.”

“Consummation is consumptionWe cannot consummate our bliss and not consumeAll joys are cakes and vanish in eatingAll bliss is sugar’s melting in the mouth”

“Do not turn me intorestless watersif you cannot promiseto be my stream.”

“هر کجا هستم،باشمآسمان مال من است.پنجره،فکر،هوا،عشق،زمین مال من است.چه اهمیت دارد؟گاه اگر می رویندقارچ های غربت؟من نمی دانمکه چرامیگویند:اسب حیوان نجیبی است،کبوترزیباست؟وچرادرقفس هیچ کسی کرکس نیست؟گل شبدرچه کم ازلاله ی قرمزدارد؟چشمهارابایدشست،جوردیگربایددید.واژه ها رابایدشست.واژه بایدخودباد،واژه بایدخودباران باشد.چترهارابایدبست،زیرباران بایدرفت”

“CALL YOURSELFLook deep in the mirrorAnd say: ‘I LOVE YOU’And immediatelyAn electric current willRipple throughout your soulAnd burst through your eyesLike shooting starsDancing across the skiesIn ecstasy.To tell your soul you love it -Is like rememberingWHO YOU AREAfter being in a comaFor a hundred years.Your face will beam the lightOf a hundred galaxies.”

“I hid my love when young till ICouldn’t bear the buzzing of a fly;I hid my life to my despiteTill I could not bear to look at light:I dare not gaze upon her faceBut left her memory in each place;Where’er I saw a wild flower lieI kissed and bade my love good-bye.”

“What is madness but nobility of the soul at odds with circumstance.”

“That’s what I want, that kind of recklessness where the poem is even ahead of you. It’s like riding a horse that’s a little too wild for you, so there’s this tension between what you can do and what the horse decides it’s going to do.”

“Remembrance and reflection how allied!What thin partitions Sense from Thought divide!”

“The grave’s a fine and private place,But none, I think, do there embrace.”