I want to unfold. I don’t want to be folded anywhere, because where I am folded, there I am a lie.
Rilke's Book of Hours: Love Poems to GodSewn together patterns, like many clashing moods, She wears what No others dare
The Songs of The Gullible Wiseman: The Early Poems of Maddy Kobar, 2008-2013I’m not aspiring to be someone else – If I’m me for the rest of my life then so be it
Life Through the Eyes of an Insider: 101 Poems to Help You Understand Life BetterLanguage has not the power to speak what love indites The soul lies buried in the Ink that writes
The Later Poems, 1837-1864: Volumes I and IIYou are my wine, my joy, My garden, my springtime, My slumber, my repose, Without you, I can't cope.
Love: The Joy That Wounds: The Love Poems of Rumi