“Thinking of you is a poison I drink often. ”
“Our songs live longer than our kingdoms.”
“She was not for everyone but she was for me. ”
“Don t worry— you see, to some you are magic.”
“One hand I extend into myself, the other toward others.”
“Art takes time— Monet grew his gardens before he painted them.”
“I just need you and some sunsets. ”
“She was another broken doll dreaming of a boy with glue. ”
“ Success If you want a thing bad enough To go out and fight for it, Work day and night for it, Give up your time and your peace and your sleep for it If only desire of it Makes you quite mad enough Never to tire of it, Makes you hold all other things tawdry and cheap for it If life seems all empty and useless without it And all that you scheme and you dream is about it, If gladly you ll sweat for it, Fret for it, Plan for it, Lose all your terror of God or man for it, If you ll simply go after that thing that you want. With all your capacity, Strength and sagacity, Faith, hope and confidence, stern pertinacity, If neither cold poverty, famished and gaunt, Nor sickness nor pain Of body or brain Can turn you away from the thing that you want, If dogged and grim you besiege and beset it, You ll get it!”
“Twas noontide of summer, And mid-time of night; And stars, in their orbits, Shone pale, thro the light Of the brighter, cold moon, Mid planets her slaves, Herself in the Heavens, Her beam on the waves. I gazed awhile On her cold smile; Too cold–too cold for me- There pass d, as a shroud, A fleecy cloud, And I turned away to thee, Proud Evening Star, In thy glory afar, And dearer thy beam shall be; For joy to my heart Is the proud part Thou bearest in Heaven at night, And more I admire Thy distant fire, Than that colder, lowly light.”
“If I knew where poems came from, I d go there.”