“You bound strong sandals on my feet,
You gave me bread and wine,
And sent me under sun and stars,
For all the world was mine.
Oh, take the sandals off my feet,
You know not what you do;
For all the world is in your arms,
My sun and stars are you.”
Source: The Collected Poems
“Train your mind to see the Hand of God beyond the closed door.”
Source: Beyond the Closed Door: Unique Keys to Unlock Destinies
“in your perfect fingers
I am only a shiver
a song of leaves
under the touch of your warm lips”
“And she sang. Perhaps she'd never stop, for it was rather freeing, this blissful, empowered place where she was nothing but rhythm and resonance.”
Source: Blood Shadow
“I was not born to drown”
Source: The Lumineers Cleopatra | Piano Vocal Guitar Songbook | Indie Folk Pop Sheet Music Book with 14 Official Songs | Piano Vocal Guitar Arrangements for Performers, Teachers, and Students | Hal Leonard
“God is just one more Clown
In this Circus of mine
(from song "no tunnel too dark")”
“But the strains of the doleful song stirred such powerful nostalgia for lost loves and for things lost over the course of one's life and for lives, like my grandfather's, that had come long before mine that I was suddenly taken back to a poor, disconsolate universe of simple folk like Mafalda's ancestors, fretting and scurrying in the tiny vicoli of an old Naples whose memory I wanted to share word for word with Oliver now, as if he too, like Mafalda and Manfredi and Anchise and me, were a fellow southerner whom I'd met in a foreign port city and who'd instantly understand why the sound of this old song, like an ancient prayer for the dead in the deadest of languages, could bring tears even in those who couldn't understand a syllable.”
Source: Call Me by Your Name
“Poetry without music may be beautiful, but music gives poetry wings and elevates it into song. That may be the reason for our love of song-it has wings and lifts us; with proper songs, it is a nourishing spiritual exercise.”
“O Orofarne, Lassemista, Carnimirie!
O rowan fair, upon your hair how white the blossom lay!
O rowan mine, I saw you shine upon a summer's day,
Your rind so bright, your leaves so light, your voice so cool and soft:
Upon your head how golden-red the crown you bore aloft!
O rowan dead, upon your head your hair is dry and grey;
Your crown is spilled, your voice is stilled for ever a day.
O Orofarne, Lassemista, Carnimirie!”
Source: The Lord of the Rings
“A poem shouldn't just give melody; it should give meaning.”
Source: Wealth of Words