Tears of God ☽

Why don't some people not understand poetry?

“My homeland is in your eyes, my duty on your lips. Ask anything of me, except to leave you.”

“I’m a master of speaking silently, all my life I’ve spoken silently and I’ve lived through entire tragedies in silence.”

“I have read your poems with my door locked late at night and I have read them on the seashore where I could look all round me and see no more sign of human life than the ships out at sea: and here I often found myself waking up from a reverie with the book open before me. I love all poetry, and high generous thoughts make the tears rush to my eyes, but sometimes a word or a phrase of yours takes me away from the world around me and places me in an ideal land surrounded by realities more than any poem I ever read.”

“You,” he said, “are a terribly real thing in a terribly false world, and that, I believe, is why you are in so much pain.”

I shall kiss you so much that they will mistake my mouth for yours.

For the love of a rose, the gardener becomes the slave of a thousand thorns.

but this body is home, my childhood is buried here, my sleep rises and sets inside, desire crested and wore itself thin between these bones - I live here.