Quotes of: Poem Keyword

Every day my anxiety is higher, every day the grief more mortal. Today more than yesterday terror exalts me…

Roman Poems

Let your hair loose, and enjoy the breeze. Go out into the woods and sit under trees, Do whatever it takes and set your mind at ease.

Reality Check: A Collection of Poems

As Borges has taught us, all the books in the library are contemporary. Great poems are like granaries: they are always ready to enlarge their store.

Reading Rilke: Reflections on the Problems of Translation

The tide was a poem that only time could create, and I watched it stream and brim and makes its steady dash homeward, to the ocean.

South of Broad

At the temple there is a poem called "Loss" carved into the stone. It has three words, but the poet has scratched them out. You cannot read loss, only feel it.

Memoirs of a Geisha

I sit in my tree I sing like the birds My beak is my pen My songs are my poems.

My Name is Mina

That young man with the long, auburn hair and the impudent face - that young man was not really a poet; but surely he was a poem.

The Man Who Was Thursday: A Nightmare

Limitations gone: Since my mind fixed on the moon, Clarity and serenity Make something for which There's no end in sight.

Mirror For The Moon: A Selection Of Poems

Tightly held by rocks Through winter, the ice today Begins to come undone: A way-seeker also is the water, Melting, murmuring from the moss.

Mirror For The Moon: A Selection Of Poems

The thoughts of others Were light and fleeting, Of lovers' meeting Or luck or fame. Mine were of trouble, And mine were steady; So I was ready When trouble came.

More Poems

Night is the sleep of seven wax moths Dawn is the singing of five mermaids Noon is the scratching of three field mice Dusk is the shadow of a crow

Notes on the Mosquito: Selected Poems

[Y]ou, one day, will knock lips with Turkish-coffee-clad veils whose beds our kin must tuck in misty-eyed.

No Return Address: A collection of poems

You stand for what is right- for the patient and the staff. Pressures of work may down you, maybe bent but not broken.

No Return Address: A collection of poems

If I wrote the word flower, would it still grow like a flower? If I wrote a poem concerning a river, would the water still flow in the eyes of the reader?

No Women in Poetry

I grow old … I grow old … I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled.

The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock and Other Poems

animals never worry about Heaven or Hell. neither do I. maybe that's why we get along

The Last Night of the Earth Poems

...but it is good to be several floors up in the dead of night wondering whether you are any good or not and the only decision you can make is that you did it...

Lunch Poems

Let us hush this cry of 'Forward', till ten thousand years have gone.

Loksley Hall, Day Dream and Other Poems

Oh Lion in a peculiar guise, Sharp Roman road to Paradise, Come eat me up, I'll pay thy toll With all my flesh, and keep my soul.

Selected Poems

REQUIEM Under the wide and starry sky Dig the grave and let me lie: Glad did I live and gladly die, And I laid me down with a will. This be the verse you grave for me:

Selected Poems

Into the dark night Resignedly I go, I am not so afraid of the dark night As the friends I do not know, I do not fear the night above As I fear the friends below.

Selected Poems