#poetry

At the touch of love everyone becomes a poet.

The water does not intend to reflect the moon, and the moon has no desire to be reflected in the water.

The moving finger writes; and, having writ, moves on.

Poetry is finer and more philosophical than history; for poetry expresses the universal, history only the particular.

Trees are the earth's endless effort to speak to the listening heaven.

You must understand the whole of life, not just one little part of it. That is why you must read, that is why you must look at the skies, that is why you must sing and dance, and write poems, and suffer, and understand, for all that is life.

To love or have loved, that is enough. Ask nothing further. There is no other pearl to be found in the dark folds of life.

Let everything happen to you: beauty and terror. Just keep going. No feeling is final.

Perhaps all the dragons in our lives are princesses who are only waiting to see us act, just once, with beauty and courage.

Let my thoughts come to you, when I am gone, like the afterglow of sunset at the margin of quiet skies.

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I - I took the one less traveled by, and that has made all the difference.

A thing of beauty is a joy for ever: Its loveliness increases; it will never pass into nothingness.

Beauty is truth, truth beauty, - that is all ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.

In your light I learn how to love. In your beauty, how to make poems.

We come spinning out of nothingness, scattering stars like dust.