Tuesday, April 17, 2007


I've neglected my word/poem/quote collecting lately so I was wandering through some of my old stuff and found these to share.

It's all I have to bring today
by Emily Dickinson

It's all I have to bring today—
This, and my heart beside—
This, and my heart, and all the fields—
And all the meadows wide—
Be sure you count—should I forget—
Some one the sum could tell—
This, and my heart, and all the Bee
Which in the Clover dwell.

The only normal people are the ones you don't know very well.---Joe Ancis

Like so many Americans, she was trying to construct a life that made sense from things she found in gift shops.--Kurt Vonnegut, Slaughterhouse Five

This has been one of my favorite poems since middle school.

I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud
by William Wordsworth

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed---and gazed---but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:
For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.

Most writers are secretly worried that they're not really writers. That it's all been happenstance, something came together randomly, the letters came together, and they won't coalesce ever again.--Nicholson Bakers

I just need enough to tide me over until I need more. -- Bill Hoest

The dance can reveal everything mysterious that is hidden in music…Dancing is poetry with arms and legs.—Charles Baudelaire

From June to December
by Wendy Cope from Making Cocoa for Kingsley Amis

You know exactly what to do--
Your kiss, your fingers on my thigh--
I think of little else but you.

It's bliss to have a lover who,
Touching one shoulder, makes me sigh--
You know exactly what to do.

You make me happy through and through,
The way the sun lights up the sky--
I think of little else but you.

I hardly sleep-an hour or two;
I can't eat much and this is why--
You know exactly what to do.

The movie in my mind is blue--
As June runs into warm July
I think of little else but you.

But is it love? And is it true?
Who cares? This much I can't deny:
You know exactly what to do;
I think of little else but you.

The novel in my imagination travels with me like a small lavender moth making loopy circles around my head.--Ann Patchett

Creativity is a drug I cannot live without.— Cecil B. DeMille

I seem to have loved you in numberless forms, numberless times, in life after life, in age after age forever.~Rabindranath Tagore~

The world is mud-luscious and puddle-wonderful.--ee cummings

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