Poetry Quote by James Kavanaugh — Inspiring Words on Life, Love & Wisdom

“Where are you hiding my love?”

“Maria, lonely prostitute on a street of pain,”

“I saw my face today”

“Now he haunts me seldom: some fierce umbilical is broken,”

“Little world, full of little people”

“Little world, full of scars and gashes, ripened with another's pain,”

“Pensar incomoda como andar à chuva”

“We returned to our palaces, these Kingdoms, but no longer at ease here in the old dispensation, with an alien people clutching their gods. I should be glad of another death.”

“My hair smells of oceanic wind”

“Poetry is just so emo." he said. "Oh, the pain. The pain. It always rains. In my soul.”

“For poetry was all written before time was, and whenever we are so finely organized that we can penetrate into that region where the air is music, we hear those primal warblings and attempt to write them down, but we lose ever and anon a word or a verse and substitute something of our own, and thus miswrite the poem. The men of more delicate ear write down these cadences more faithfully, and these transcripts, though imperfect, become the songs of the nations.”

“Was not writing poetry a secret transaction, a voice answering a voice?”