Poets From The United States

"A hidden spark of the dream sleeps in the forest and waits in the celestial spheres of the brain."

"Fly without wings; dream with open eyes."

"To go where no one else has ever gone before is the secret of heroism."

"There is another alphabet, whispering from every leaf, singing from every river, shimmering from every sky."

"I fly through memory to find a newborn love."

"My feelings are too loud for words and too shy for the world."

"Trying too hard to be too good, even when trying to be bad, is too good for the bad, too bad for the good."

"They will smile, as they always do when they plan a major attack late in the night."

"He tries to find the exit from himself but there is no door."

"Dust to dust, ashes to ashes. Is that all?"

"Perfection seems sterile; it is final, no mystery in it; it's a product of an assembly line."

"Even great men bow before the Sun; it melts hubris into humility."

"He had an answer to almost everything and he retired at an early age."

"A word into the silence thrown always finds its echo somewhere where silence opens hidden lexicons."

"Dreams are our only geography—our native land."

"Be aware of the high notes, of the blissful faces and their soft messages, and listen for the silent message of a highly decorated gift."

"Every thought about death takes a moment of life away."

"To accomplish the perfect perfection, a little imperfection helps."

"History will be erased in the universal purgatory."

"Our desire to say more grows bigger and what to say about it, except that saying is not always about saying, growing is not always about growing."

"A big desire is not enough to meet the expectations of lost dreams."

"Art is apotheosis; often, the complaint of beauty."

"To transform a grimace into a sound sounds impossible, yet it is possible to transform a vision into music, to go outside an enslaved personality, to become impersonal by transforming into sand, into water, into light."

"Love is almost never simple."

"There can be no forced inspiration."

"Too often, feelings arrive too soon, waiting for thoughts that often come too late."

"Nature is an outcry, unpolished truth; the art—a euphemism—tamed wilderness."

"Tell me something only you know and make a new friend."

"Without space, there is no time."

"Before the first before and after the last after, there is night waiting."

"Entering a cell, penetrating deep as a flying saucer to find a new galaxy would be an honorable task for a new scientist interested more in the inner state of the soul than in outer space."

"Accidents are not accidents but precise arrivals at the wrong right time."

"If birth is a manifestation of life, death is another."

"Although all days are equally long regardless of the season, some days are long not only seasonally but by rewards they offer."

"There is a moonlight note in the Moonlight Sonata; there is a thunder note in an angry sky."

"Through a forest of challenges, thought moves and squirms, resisting beguilements; if it endures, it emerges pure."

"Every scent is the sun’s scent."

"The world cannot be translated; it can only be dreamed of and touched."

"With open eyes, you watch; with closed eyes, you see."

"From what you didn’t say, lies that you did say."

"The eyesight for an eagle is what thought is to a man."

"When within yourself you find the road, the right road will open."

"Description is a story well told already; experience offers truth."

"Heavenly bodies are nests of invisible birds."

"It is futile to spend time telling stories about the fleetness of each day."

"While the world sleeps, darkness and silence are awake."

"It is vain futility to analyze the algebra of time."

"Color is the overpowering of black; white – the final victory over black."

"In an endless silence even screams sound silent."

"What you spend, you save."