deeds cannot dream what dreams can do
And the coolness of your smile is stirringofbirds between my arms
Listen; there's a hell of a good universe next door: let's go.
hate blows a bubble of despair into hugeness world system universe and bang -fear buries a tomorrow under woe and up comes yesterday most green and young
A wind has blown the rain away and blown the sky away and all the leaves away, and the trees stand. I think, I too, have known autumn too long.
O sweet spontaneous earth
i do not know what it is about you that closes and opens;only something in me understands the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses
Such was a poet and shall be and is -who'll solve the depths of horror to defend a sunbeam's architecture with his life: and carve immortal jungles of despair to hold a mountain's heartbeat in his hand.
Humanity i love you because you are perpetually putting the secret of life in your pants and forgetting it's there and sitting down on it and because you are forever making poems in the lap of death Humanity i hate you
To destroy is always the first step in any creation.
Really unreal world, will you perhaps do the breathing for me while I am away?
Because you aren't afraid to kiss the dirt (and consequently dare to climb the sky)
n OthI n g can s urPas s the m y SteR y of s tilLnes s
the courage to receive time 's mightiest dream
Next to of course god America i / love you land of the pilgrims and so forth oh
Always itâ€™s Spring)and everyoneâ€™s in love and flowers pick themselves.
Your head is a living forest full of songbirds.
things which in my mind blossom will stumble beneath a clumsiest disguise appear capable of fragility and indecision
mymother hoped thati would die etceterabravely of course my father usedto become hoarse talking about how it wasa privilege and if only hecould
A bouquet of clumsy words: you know that place between sleep and awake where you're still dreaming but it's slowly slipping? I wish we could feel like that more often. I also wish I could click my fingers three times and be transported to anywhere I like. I wish that people didn't always say 'just w
a salesman is an it that stinks to please but whether to please itself or someone else makes no more difference than if it sells hate condoms education snakeoil vac uumcleaners terror strawberries democ ra(caveat emptor)cy superfluous hair
And now you are and I am and we're a mystery which will never happen again.
At least the Pilgrim Fathers used to shoot Indians: the Pilgrim Children merely punch time clocks.
it's no use trying to pretend that mostpeople and ourselves are alike. Mostpeople have less in common with ourselves than thesquarerootofminusone. You and I are human beings; mostpeople are snobs.
...remember one thing only: that it's you-nobody else-who determines your destiny and decides your fate. Nobody else can be alive for you; nor can you be alive for anybody else.
Private property began the instant somebody had a mind of his own.
love is thicker than forget more thinner than recall more seldom than a wave is wet more frequent than to fail it is most mad and moonly and less it shall unbe than all the sea which only is deeper than the sea love is less always than to win less never than alive less bigger than the least begin le
what time is it?its is by every star a different time,and each most falsely true ...
maybe god is a child â€˜s hand)very carefully bring -ing to you and to me(and quite with out crushing)the papery weightless diminutive world with a hole in it out of which demons with wings would be streaming if something had(maybe they couldnâ€™t agree)not happened(and floating- ly int o
love is the every only god