Yesterday and tomorrow cross and mix on the skyline. The two are lost in a purple haze. One forgets, one waits.
And even now she beats her head against the bars in the same old way and wonders if there is a bigger place the railroads run to from Chicago where maybe there is romance and big things and real dreams that never go smash.
By night the skyscraper looms in the smoke and the stars and has a soul.
Sometime they'll give a war and nobody will come.
Let your heart look on white sea spray and be lonely. Love is a fool star. You and a ring of stars may mention my name and then forget me. Love is a fool star.
I'm either going to be a writer or a bum.
Time is the most valuable coin in your life. You and you alone will determine how that coin will be spent. Be careful that you do not let other people spend it for you.
Life is an onion- you peel it year by year and sometimes cry.
Give me hunger, pain and want, Shut me out with shame and failure From your doors of gold and fame, Give me your shabbiest, weariest hunger! But leave me a little love.
Poetry is the synthesis of hyacinths and biscuits.
Gather the stars if you wish it so Gather the songs and keep them. Gather the faces of women. Gather for keeping years and years. And then... Loosen your hands, let go and say good-bye. Let the stars and songs go. Let the faces and years go. Loosen your hands and say good-bye.
Two bubbles found they had rainbows on their curves. They flickered out saying: "It was worth being a bubble, just to have held that rainbow thirty seconds.
Poetry is an echo asking a shadow to dance.
Time is the coin of your life. It is the only coin you have, and only you can determine how it will be spent. Be careful lest you let other people spend it for you.
A man must find time for himself. Time is what we spend our lives with. If we are not careful we find others spending it for us... It is necessary now and then for a man to go away by himself and experience loneliness; to sit on a rock in the forest and to ask of himself, 'Who am I, and where have I been, and where am I going?... If one is not careful, one allows diversions to take up one's time-the stuff of life.
Come clean with a child heart Laugh as peaches in the summer wind Let rain on a house roof be a song Let the writing on your face be a smell of apple orchards on late June.
Nothing happens unless first a dream.
The moon is friend for the lonesome to talk to.
A baby is God's opinion that the world should go on.
Time is the coin of your life. You spend it. Do not allow others to spend it for you.
Let a joy keep you. Reach out your hands and take it when it runs by.
Read the dictionary from A to Izzard today. Get a vocabulary. Brush up on your diction. See whether wisdom is just a lot of language.
Life is like an onion. You peel it off one layer at a time, and sometimes you weep.
There are dreams stronger than death. Men and women die holding these dreams.
Shakespeare, Leonardo da Vinci, Benjamin Franklin and Abraham Lincoln never saw a movie, heard a radio or looked at television. They had 'Loneliness' and knew what to do with it. They were not afraid of being lonely because they knew that was when the creative mood in them would work.
There is a wolf in me... - I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.
To never see a fool you lock yourself in your room and smash the looking-glass.
Man is a long time coming. Man will yet win. Brother may yet line up with brother: This old anvil laughs at many broken hammers.There are men who can't be bought.
In these times you have to be an optimist to open your eyes when you awake in the morning.
Our lives are like a candle in the wind.
Poetry is the opening and closing of a door, leaving those who look through to guess about what is seen during the moment.
The single clenched fist lifted and ready, Or the open asking hand held out and waiting. Choose: For we meet by one or the other.
I see America, not in the setting sun of a black night of despair ahead of us, I see America in the crimson light of a rising sun fresh from the burning, creative hand of God. I see great days ahead, great days possible to men and women of will and vision
Every blunder behind us is giving a cheer for us, and only for those who were willing to fail are the dangers and splendors of life.
I'm an idealist. I don't know where I'm going, but I'm on my way.
Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance.
Poetry is a mystic, sensuous mathematics of fire, smoke-stacks, waffles, pansies, people, and purple sunsets.
Nothing happens unless first we dream.
Love your neighbor as yourself; but don't take down the fence.
Who else speaks for the Family of Man? They are in tune and stepwith constellations of universal law.