My words are the garment of what I shall never be
Like the tucked sleeve of a one-armed boy.
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my eyes and all is born again.
Tags: poetry
Poets have been mysteriously silent on the subject of cheese.
G.K. ChestertonHeard melodies are sweet, but those unheard
Are sweeter; therefore, ye soft pipes, play on.
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.
Tags: love passion poetry sonnet-xi
I shall have peace, as leafy trees are peaceful
When rain bends down the bough;
And I shall be more silent and cold-hearted
Than you are now.
By the craggy hill-side,
Through the mosses bare,
They have planted thorn-trees
For pleasure here and there.
If any man so daring
As dig them up in spite,
He shall find their sharpest thorns
In his bed at night.
Tags: poetry
Love consists of this: two solitudes that meet, protect and greet each other.
Rainer Maria RilkeTags: poetry
Poetry heals the wounds inflicted by reason.
NovalisThere is not a particle of life which does not bear poetry within it
Gustave Flaubert« first previous
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