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“…but it is good to be several floors up in the dead of night wondering whether you are any good or not and the only decision you can make is that you did it…”

– Frank O’Hara

“Even this late it happens:
the coming of love, the coming of light.
You wake and the candles are lit as if by themselves,
stars gather, dreams pour into your pillows,
sending up warm bouquets of air.
Even this late the bones of the body shine
and tomorrow’s dust flares into breath.”

– Mark Strand

“No man can reveal to you aught but that which already lies half asleep in the dawning of your knowledge.”

– Khalil Gibran

“I don’t dare start thinking in the morning.
I don’t dare start thinking in the morning.
If I thought thoughts in bed,
Them thoughts would bust my head—
So I don’t dare start thinking in the morning.”

– Langston Hughes

So the nymphs they spoke,
we kissed and laid.
By noontime’s hour
our love was made.

Like braided chains of crocus stems,
we lay entwined, I laid with them.
Our breath, one glassy, tideless sea,
our bodies draping wearily,
we slept, I slept so lucidly,
with hopes to stay this memory.

– Roman Payne

“If you can not be a poet, be the poem.”

– David Carradine

“Marriage I think
For women
Is the best of opiates.
It kills the thoughts
That think about the thoughts,
It is the best of opiates.
So said Maria.
But too long in solitude she’d dwelt,
And too long her thoughts had felt
Their strength. So when the man drew near,
Out popped her thoughts and covered him with fear.
Poor Maria!
Better that she had kept her thoughts on a chain,
For now she’s alone again and all in pain;
She sighs for the man that went and the thoughts that stay
To trouble her dreams by night and her dreams by day.”

– Stevie Smith

“Poetry is a rich, full-bodied whistle, cracked ice crunching in pails, the night that numbs the leaf, the duel of two nightingales, the sweet pea that has run wild, Creation’s tears in shoulder blades.”

– Boris Pasternak

“My brain hums with scraps of poetry and madness.”

– Virginia Woolf

“I am that last, that
final thing, the body
in a white sheet listening,”

– Li-Young Lee