Poetry
I have been one acquainted with the night. I have walked out in rain—and back in rain. I have outwalked the furthest city light. I have looked down the saddest city lane.
— Robert Frost · Acquainted with the Night
(translated by Robert Bly) I can tell by the way the trees beat, after so many dull days, on my worried window panes that a storm is coming,
— Rainer Maria Rilke · The Man Watching
Before you know kindness as the deepest thing inside, you must know sorrow as the other deepest thing. You must wake up with sorrow. You must speak to it till your voice catches the thread of all sorrows and you see the size of the cloth.
— Naomi Shihab Nye · Kindness
there's a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out but I'm too tough for him, I say, stay in there, I'm not going
— Charles Bukowski · Bluebird
(translated by Annemarie S. Kidder) I am much too alone in this world, yet not alone enough to truly consecrate the hour.
— Rainer Maria Rilke · I Am Much Too Alone
I shall forget you presently, my dear, So make the most of this, your little day, Your little month, your little half a year Ere I forget, or die, or move away,
— Edna St. Vincent Millay · I shall forget you presently
(Keeping Quiet) Translated by Stephen Mitchell Now we will all count to twelve and we will all keep still. This one time upon the earth, let’s not speak any language, let’s stop for one second, and not move our arms so much. It would be a delicious moment, without hurry, without…
— Pablo Neruda · A Callarse (Keeping Quiet)
When I do count the clock that tells the time, And see the brave day sunk in hideous night; When I behold the violet past prime, And sable curls all silver’d o’er with white;
— William Shakespeare · Sonnet 12: When I Do Count
The nutritionist said I should eat root vegetables Said if I could get down 13 turnips a day I would be grounded, rooted.
— Andrea Gibson · The Nutritionist
Too much too little well not enough to fight too thin or nobody laughter or tears or immaculate haters lovers non-consumer an old guy in a cheap room
— Charles Bukowski · People Aren't Good (The Crunch)
Who is Jeremy Ward July 22nd 1985 dear Hans vanbrook thank you for your letter
— Charles Bukowski · Letter to Hans van den Broek [Re. Censorship]
The wayfarer, Perceiving the pathway to truth, Was struck with astonishment. It was thickly grown with weeds.
— Stephen Crane · The Wayfarer
Defeat, my Defeat, my self-knowledge and my defiance, Through you I know that I am yet young and swift of foot And not to be trapped by withering laurels. And in you I have found aloneness And the joy of being shunned and scorned.
— Kahlil Gibran · Defeat
The wind, one brilliant day, called to my soul with an odor of jasmine. "In return for the odor of my jasmine, I'd like all the odor of your roses."
— Antonio Machado · The Wind, One Brilliant Day
I ask them to take a poem and hold it up to the light like a color slide or press an ear against its hive.
— Billy Collins · Introduction To Poetry
Now I am out of element And far from anything my own, My sources drained of all content, The pieces of my spirit strewn.
— Theodore Roethke · Against Disaster
Oh, oh, you will be sorry for that word\! Give back my book and take my kiss instead. Was it my enemy or my friend I heard, “What a big book for such a little head\!”
— Edna St. Vincent Millay · Oh, oh, you will be sorry
AS I lay with my head in your lap, Camerado, The confession I made I resume— what I said to you in the open air I resume: I know I am restless, and make others so;
— Walt Whitman · Epitaph for a Friend
(I Ask For Silence) Translated by Heidi Fischbach Now if you’d leave me in peace. Now if you’d get on without me. I am going to close my eyes And I only want five things, five favorite roots. The first is love without end. The second is to see autumn. I cannot be without leaves f…
— Pablo Neruda · Pido Silencio (I Ask For Silence)
Who is Jeremy Ward? August 12th, 1986. Hello, John. Thanks for the good letter. I
— Charles Bukowski · Letter to John Martin
2 poems
| Poet | Poem |
|---|---|
| Kahlil Gibran | Do Not Love Half Lovers |
| Leonard Cohen | I stopped looking for you |