Occupation: Writer Birth: March 27, 1926 Death: July 25, 1966
I am always tying up and then deciding to depart..
the only truth is face to face, the poem whose words become your mouth and dying in black and white we fight for what we love, not are.
Grace / to be born and live as variously as possible.
oh god it’s wonderful to get out of bed and drink too much coffee and smoke too many cigarettes and love you so much.
I embraced a cloud but when I soared it rained..
O my enormous piano, you are not like being outdoors.
Now I am quietly waiting for the catastrophe of my personality to seem beautiful again, and interesting, and modern..
And always embrace things, people earth sky stars, as I do, freely and with the appropriate sense of space..
I don't ... like rhythm, assonance, all that stuff. You just go on your nerve. If someone's chasing you down the street with a knife you just run, yo….
You just go on your nerve..
It may be that poetry makes life's nebulous events tangible to me and restores their detail; or conversely, that poetry brings forth the intangible q….
When I die, don't come, I wouldn't want a leaf to turn away from the sun -- it loves it there. There's nothing so spiritual about being happy but you….
Even trees understand me! Good heavens, I lie under them, too, don't I? I'm just like a pile of leaves..
I wonder if the course of narcissism through the ages would have been any different had Narcissus first peered into a cesspool. He probably did..
A man was the cause of it all. An unarmed man with a weapon..
There were occasionally rifts in the cloud where the face of a woman appeared, frowning..
Oh! kangaroos, sequins, chocolate sodas! / You really are beautiful! Pearls, / harmonicas, jujubes, aspirins!.
I am not a painter. I am a poet. / Why? I think I would rather be / a painter, but I am not..
The stars fell one by one into his eyes and burnt..
life perpetuated in parti-colored loves and beautiful lies all in different languages..
It is easy to be beautiful; it is difficult to appear so. I admire you, beloved, for the trap you've set. It's like a final chapter no one reads beca….