#poet

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close. ↗

— Pablo Neruda

#poetry #love

Watch out for intellect, because it knows so much it knows nothing and leaves you hanging upside down, mouthing knowledge as your heart falls out of your mouth. ↗

— Anne Sexton

#love #poetry #love

The Road Not Taken Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth; Then took the other, as just as fair, And having perhaps the better claim, Because it was grassy and wanted wear; Though as for that the passing there Had worn them really about the same, And both that morning equally lay In leaves no step had trodden black. Oh, I kept the first for another day! Yet knowing how way leads on to way, I doubted if I should ever come back. I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I— I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference. ↗

— Robert Frost

#poetry #age

Resist much, obey little. ↗

— Walt Whitman

#resistance

The South-wind brings Life, sunshine and desire, And on every mount and meadow Breathes aromatic fire; But over the dead he has no power, The lost, the lost, he cannot restore; And, looking over the hills, I mourn The darling who shall not return. ↗

— Ralph Waldo Emerson

#poetry #death

Poets have been mysteriously silent on the subject of cheese. ↗

— G.K. Chesterton

#poetry #poets

Francis Webb is easily our greatest poet and one of the greatest poets in the world but he's hardly ever mentioned. ↗

— Robert Adamson

#ever #francis #greatest #hardly #mentioned

There's one of my new poems actually - is a good example of where my poetry has ended up. My earlier river poetry was more like a cross between Shelley and Dylan Thomas. ↗

— Robert Adamson

#between #cross #dylan #dylan thomas #earlier

Well I guess the plan was to write poetry and publish books and make a living from writing poetry. That was a pretty ambitious plan I guess. ↗

— Robert Adamson

#books #guess #i #living #make

He was certainly in a confused state. I used to go and visit him in Callan Park. They were really - to me they were the best poets those two writing in those days but it wasn't very encouraging because, well, they weren't getting far were they? ↗

— Robert Adamson

#best #certainly #confused #days #encouraging