Quotes on “poetry”

there isn't enough of anythingas long as we live. But at intervalsa sweetness appears and, given a chanceprevails.

Late FragmentAnd did you get whatyou wanted from this life, even so?I did.And what did you want?To call myself beloved, to feel myselfbeloved on the earth.

A poet is a man who manages, in a lifetime of standing out in thunderstorms, to be struck by lightning five or six times.

If your daily life seems poor, do not blame it; blame yourself, tell yourself that you are not poet enough to call forth its riches; for to the creator there is no poverty and no poor indifferent place.

She who reconciles the ill-matched threadsOf her life, and weaves them gratefullyInto a single cloth – It’s she who drives the loudmouths from the hallAnd clears it for a different celebration.

Let your life lightly dance on the edges of Time like dew on the tip of a leaf.

Every heart sings a song, incomplete, until another heart whispers back. Those who wish to sing always find a song. At the touch of a lover, everyone becomes a poet.

I am no longer in love with her, that's certain, but maybe I love her. Love is so short, forgetting is so long.

I want to see thirstIn the syllables,Tough fireIn the sound;Feel through the darkFor the scream.

By night, Love, tie your heart to mine, and the two together in their sleep will defeat the darkness

I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair.Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets. Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps.

I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

I am the poet of the poor, because I was poor when I loved; since I could not give gifts, I gave words.

The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ,Moves on: nor all thy Piety nor WitShall lure it back to cancel half a Line,Nor all thy Tears wash out a Word of it.

I love you because no two snowflakes are alike, and it is possible, if you stand tippy-toe, to walk between the raindrops.

and sometimes I sitdown at my typewriterand I thinknot of someonecause there isn't anyoneto thinkabout and i wonderis it worth it

Some girls are full of heartache and poetry and those are the kind of girls who try to save wolves instead of running away from them.

It seems to me now that the plain state of being human is dramatic enough for anyone; you don't need to be a heroin addict or a performance poet to experience extremity. You just have to love someone.