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“Last night I saw your ghost pedalling a bicycle with a basket towards a moon as full as my heavy head and I wanted nothing more than to be sitting in that basket like ET with my glowing heart glowing right through my chest and my glowing finger pointing in the direction of our home.”

Inspirational Heart Home Wanted Lasts Poetry Night Saws Moon Sitting Fingers Heavy Ghost Chests Pointing Last Night Bicycle Glowing Baskets Pointing Fingers

Author:Andrea Gibson

“Soldier, there is a war between the mind And sky, between thought and day and night. It is For that the poet is always in the sun, Patches the moon together in his room To his Virgilian cadences, up down, Up down. It is a war that never ends.”

Mind War Ends Together Poetry Night Rooms Sun Sky Poet Moon Soldier Patches Day And Night Cadence

Book:The Palm at the End of the Mind: Selected Poems and a Play

Source: The Palm at the End of the Mind: Selected Poems and a Play

“They dined on mince, and slices of quince, Which they ate with a runcible spoon; And hand in hand, on the edge of the sand, They danced by the light of the moon.”

Hands Light Poetry Food Moon Dance Edges Sand Hand In Hand Spoons Just Dance Lear Quince Forks And Spoons

Author:Edward Lear

“The small man builds cages for everyone he knows While the sage, who has to duck his head when the moon is low, Keeps dropping keys all night long For the beautiful rowdy prisoners.”

Knows Men Long Wisdom Beautiful Spiritual Poetry Night Keys Moon Lows Prisoner Ducks Sage Cages All Night Dropping Small Man Rowdy

Author:Hafez

“Fax me a fact and I'll telegram a hologram or telephone the son of man and tell him he is done. Leave a message on his answering machine telling him there are none. God and I are one. Times moon. Times star. Times sun. The factor is me. You remember me.”

Source: The Dead Emcee Scrolls: The Lost Teachings of Hip-Hop

“Girl with the burning golden eyes, And red-bird song, and snowy throat: I bring you gold and silver moons, And diamond stars, and mists that float. I bring you moons and snowy clouds, I bring you prarie skies to-night To feebly praise your golden eyes And red-bird song, and throat so white. ~Vachel Lindsay "To Gloriana" God wrote His loveliest poem on the day He made the first silver poplar tree, And set it high upon a pale-gold hill For all the new enchanted earth to see.”

“I give her sadness and the gift of pain, a new moon madness and a love of rain.”

Giving Pain Poetry Sadness Moon Rain Madness New Moon

Author:Dorothy Parker

“I do not want a plain box, I want a sarcophagus With tigery stripes, and a face on it Round as the moon, to stare up. I want to be looking at them when they come Picking among the dumb minerals, the roots. I see them already-the pale, star-distance faces. Now they are nothing, they are not even babies. I imagine them without fathers or mothers, like the first gods. They will wonder if I was important.”

Ifs Want Firsts Important Faces Mother Poetry Father Stars Wonder Imagine Baby Moon Roots Distance Rounds Boxes Dumb Staring Pale Minerals Stripes

Author:Sylvia Plath

“Does the moon play only silver when it strums the galaxy?”

Doe Play Poetry Moon Silver Galaxy

Author:Joni Mitchell

“The moon is swimming naked and the summer night is fragrant with a mighty expectation of relief.”

Poetry Night Moon Summer Expectations Naked Relief Swimming Summer Nights

Author:Leonard Cohen

“The moon & sun were just friends til that night the sun couldn’t depart before dark snowed in under an avalanche of stars & poetry was born.”

Love Romance Poetry Stars Relationships Sun Friends Moon Avalanche Snowstorm

Author:Curtis Tyrone Jones

“Tonight the moon is sad, full bodied, pregnant with grief.”

Poetry Grief Sadness Moon Heartbreak

Author:Jennifer O. Lee

“I've written you sixty-seven love poems. Here’s another one for you. But really, for me. These poems are the candles that I light with the fire you have ignited in me. I place this candle here and another there so even if the stars have argued with the moon and are sulking away in a corner, you can still find your way to me. Sixty-eight poems now. What does the future hold for us? Joy? Disappointment? Gentle caresses? And subtle neglect? I hope the good is more than the bad. Much more. For what is the point of love if by lighting these candles our own flame loses its brightness? I know the good is more than the bad. Much more. I cannot wait to write you sixty-nine.”

“It's made of poetry and art and lost hearts enhanced in magic It's the kingdom of love, where free spirits find their resilience It's the dream catcher of lost passion and deep silence It's the torso where rebel souls find their homeland It's the beginning of a dream and the end of another It's what keeps you up in the night, when you're breathing dreams It's that madness of artists caught in the wind It's the night on a full moon drown between chimeras It's you making love to me, under the blessings of Seine..." (fragment from "Paris", chapter Hope)”

Love Heart Art Soul Dream Poetry Night Passion Moon Resilience

Book:The odyssey of my lost thoughts

Source: The odyssey of my lost thoughts