Poem Quotes

Then felt I like some watcher of the skies
When a new planet swims into his ken;
Or like stout Cortez, when with eagle eyes
He stared at the Pacific—and all his men
Look'd at each other with a wild surmise—
Silent, upon a peak in Darien.

Never think she loves him wholly,
Never believe her love is blind,
All his faults are locked securely
In a closet of her mind.

You are ice and fire,
The touch of you burns my hands like snow.

Listen!
If stars are lit
It means there is someone who needs it,
It means someone wants them to be,
That someone deems those specks of spit
Magnificent!

I have no riches, but my thoughts,
Yet these are wealth enough for me.

But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

They come shaking in triumph their long, green hair:
They come out of the sea and run shouting by the shore.
My heart, have you no wisdom thus to despair?
My love, my love, my love, why have you left me alone?

Instructions for living a life.
Pay attention.
Be astonished.
Tell about it.

Ae fond kiss, and then we sever;
Ae farewell, alas, forever!

A Man's a Man for a' that.

On the Ning Nang Nong
Where the Cows go Bong!
and the monkeys all say BOO!
There's a Nong Nang Ning
Where the trees go Ping!
And the tea pots jibber jabber joo.

'Tis better to have loved and lost
Than never to have loved at all.

Eyes on those high peaks
in the reasonable sun of the morning,
she dressed in damp muslin
and sat down to quill and ink
and icy paper

Eyes on those high peaks
in the reasonable sun of the morning,
she dressed in damp muslin
and sat down to quill and ink
and icy paper

She said she
woke up with him in
her head, in her bed.
Her mother-tongue clung to her mouth’s roof
in terror, dumbing her, and he came with a name
that was none of her making.

She said she
woke up with him in
her head, in her bed.
Her mother-tongue clung to her mouth’s roof
in terror, dumbing her, and he came with a name
that was none of her making.

I will not play at tug o' war
I'd rather play at hug o' war,
Where everyone hugs
Instead of tugs.

A dark unfathom'd tide
Of interminable pride —
A mystery, and a dream,
Should my early life seem.

I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

Is he native to this realm? No,
his wide nature grew out of both worlds.