Occupation: Poet Birth: May 25, 1908 Death: August 1, 1963
I teach my sighs to lengthen into songs..
Time marks us while we are marking time..
A lively understandable spirit Once entertained you. It will come again. Be still. Wait..
What we need is more people who specialize in the impossible..
Deep in their roots, all flowers keep the light..
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow. I feel my fate in what I cannot fear. I learn by going where I have to go..
Live in a perpetual great astonishment..
The self says, I am; The heart says, I am less; The spirit says, you are Nothing..
Art is the means we have of undoing the damage of haste. It's what everything else isn't..
By daily dying, I have come to be..
Those who are willing to be vulnerable move among mysteries..
Love is not love until love's vulnerable..
A mind too active is no mind at all..
When I go mad, I call my friends by phone: I am afraid they might think they're alone..
I am overwhelmed by the beautiful disorder of poetry, the eternal virginity of words..
I learn by going where I have to go..
In a dark time, the mind begins to see..
The darkness has it's own light..
May my silences become more accurate..
What is madness but nobility of soul at odds with circumstance?.
Civilization is over-rated, but there isn't much else..