Poem Quotes

And over all the sky—the sky! far, far out of reach, studded, / breaking out, the eternal stars. – Bivouac on a Mountain Side; Whitman

You, if you were sensible,
When i tell you the stars flash signals, each one dreadful,
You would not turn and answer me
"The night is wonderful."

Come live with me and be my Love,
And we will all the pleasures prove
That hills and valleys, dales and fields,
Or woods or steepy mountain yields.

Oh! What a tangled web we weave
When first we practice to deceive!

I met Murder on the way -
He had a mask like Castlereagh -
Very smooth he looked, yet grim,
Seven bloodhounds followed him.

Out flew the web and floated wide;
The mirror crack'd from side to side;
"The curse is come upon me," cried
The Lady of Shalott.

Some say the world will end in fire;
Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.

Cross the threshold have no dread.
Lift the sheet back in this way.
Here is little Effie's head.
Whose brains are made of gingerbread.

Draw a crazy picture,
Write a nutty poem,
Sing a mumble-gumble song,
Whistle through your comb.
Do a loony-goony dance
'Cross the kitchen floor,
Put something silly in the world
That ain't been there before.

We looked at each other and that was all.
Two lives, a moment, fullness, bliss.
At the fifth floor she got out and I went on up
knowing I would never see her again,
that it was a meeting once and for all,
that if I followed her I would be like a dead man in her tracks
and that if she came back to me
it would only be from the other world.

Sister, don't save me
don't make me the jewel
at the hilt of your guilt
savior is another word
for master
just toss me a sword
and stand back

Up, lad; when the journey's over there'll be time enough for sleep.

Work seethes in the hands of spring,
That strapping dairymaid.

The wintry haw is burning out of season,
crab of the thorn, a small light for small people,
wanting no more from them but that they keep
the wick of self-respect from dying out,
not having to blind them with illumination.

Be terrified.
It's you I love,
perfect man,
Greek God, my own;
but I know you'll go,
betray me, stray
from home.
So better by far for
me if you were stone.

Between the idea
And the reality
Between the motion
And the act
Falls the Shadow.

Between the idea
And the reality
Between the motion
And the act
Falls the Shadow.

It was a miracle of rare device,
A sunny pleasure-dome with caves of ice!

I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked, dragging themselves through the negro streets at dawn looking for an angry fix.

in my dreams you walk dripping from a sea-
journey on the highway across America in tears
to the door of my cottage in the Western night