Occupation: Poet Birth: September 10, 1886 Death: September 27, 1961
The elixir of life, the philosopher's stone is yours if you surrender sterile logic, trivial reason..
Dance until the earth dance..
For this beauty, beauty without strength, chokes out life..
The quivering of Psyche's butterflies..
We are voyagers, discoverers of the not-known, the unrecorded; we have no map; possibly we will reach haven, heaven..
No one knows the colour of a flower till it is broken..
We don't have to know,only to be:let go the jumble of worn words,reason and vanity..
The race may or may not be to the swift, but tell me, is it likely that the fight will be entrusted to the dead?.
No poetic phantasy but a biological reality, a fact: I am an entity like bird, insect, plant or sea-plant cell; I live; I am alive..
Words were her plague and words were her redemption..
When you would think, "what was the use of it," you'll remember something you can't grasp and you'll wonder what it was..
War wreaked on you his hideous ravishment; We, we alone, Nereids inviolate, Remain to weep, with the sea-birds to chant: Corinth is lost, Corinth is ….
We are these people, wistful, ironical, wilful, who have no part in new-world reconstruction, in the confederacy of labour..
Ardent yet chill and formal, how I ache to tempt a chisel as a sculptor..
You are wind in a stark tree, you are the stark tree unbent, you are a strung bow, you are an arrow..
Sing and your hell is heaven, your heaven less hell..
I testify to rainbow feathers, to the span of heaven and walls of colour, the colonnades of jasper..
O ruthless, perilous, imperious hate, you can not thwart the promptings of my soul..
Dead men would start and move toward me to learn of love..
The heart the heart the heart how it thrives on hate..
Every concrete object has abstract value, is timeless in the dream parallel..