It is ferocious, life, but it must eat . . .
Dans la rue de rien personne
Where joy in an old pencil is not absurd.
Somewhere in the night a human being is drowning.
...when the petals fall Say it is beautiful and good, say it is well
Even this late it happens: the coming of love, the coming of light.
The true poem rests between the words.
When I/Don’t know/What to say,/Let me/ Listen.
There's a non-existent peace in the uncertain quietness
I do think that all of us think in poems.
The way to praise a poet is to write a poem.
My favorite poem ever was 'Annabel Lee' by Edgar Allan Poe.
Poems that come swiftly are usually the ones that you keep.
all my life i have looked for poems to elope with.
You can't write a poem until you live.
We tend to put poems into factions. And it restricts our reading.
The poem is the point at which our strength gave out.
Scientific understanding is often beautiful, a profoundly aesthetic experience which gives pleasure not unlike the reading of a great poem.
History is a cyclic poem written by time upon the memories of man.
A great poem leaves so much room for everybody to have such a different reaction to it.
The few bad poems which occasionally are created during abstinence are of no great interest.
