Poetry Quote by Michael Ondaatje — Inspiring Words on Life, Love & Wisdom

“My darling, I'm waiting for you — how long is a day in the dark, or a week? The fire is gone now, and I'm horribly cold. I really ought to drag myself outside but then there would be the sun. . . I'm afraid I waste the light on the paintings and on writing these words. We die, we die rich with lovers and tribes, tastes we have swallowed, bodies we have entered and swum up like rivers, fears we have hidden in, like this wretched cave. We are the real countries, not the boundaries drawn on maps with the names of powerful men. I know you will come and carry me out into the palace of winds. That's all I've wanted — to walk in such a place with you, with friends, on earth without maps...”

“-I think you are inhuman. If I leave you, who will you go to? Would you find another lover?”

“I sleep with thee, and wake with thee,”

“I haven’t been very impressed lately.”

“I see all of us reading ourselves away from ourselves,”

“All Nature seems at work. Slugs leave their lair—”

“It was many and many a year ago,”

“And each in the cell of himself is almost convinced of his freedom.”