A poem, as a manifestation of language and thus essentially dialogue, can be a message in a bottle, sent out in the —not always greatly hopeful-belief that somewhere and sometime it could wash up on land, on heartland perhaps. Poems in this sense too are under way: they are making toward something. Toward what? Toward something standing open, occupiable, perhaps toward an addressable Thou, toward an addressable reality. Paul Celan
Come sleep with me: We won't make Love, Love will make us.
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Unknown
He drew a circle that shut me out- Heretic , rebel, a thing to flout. But love and I had the wit to win: We drew a circle and took him In ! From the poem " Outwitted
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Edwin Markham
Maybe you could be mine / or maybe we’ll be entwined / aimless in this sexless foreplay.
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Jess C. Scott
The only sea I saw Was the seesaw sea With you riding on it. Lie down, lie easy. Let me shipwreck in your thighs.
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Dylan Thomas
I would kiss you in the middle of the ocean during a lightning storm cuz I'd rather be left for dead than wondering what thunder sounds like.
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Andrea Gibson
More Quotes By Paul Celan
Speak you too, speak as the last, say out your say. Speak- But don’t split off No from Yes.Give your say this meaning too: Give it the shadow. Give it shadow enough, Give it as much As you know is spread round you from Midnight...
With wine and being lost, withless and less of both: I rode through the snow, do you read me I rode God far-- I rode Godnear, he sang, it wasour last ride overthe hurdled humans. They cowered whenthey heard usoverhead, theywrote, theylied our neighinginto one...
Only one thing remained reachable, close and secure amid all losses: language. Yes, language. In spite of everything, it remained secure against loss.
Don't sign your namebetween worlds, surmountthe manifold of meanings, trust the tearstain, learn to live.
How you die out in me:down to the lastworn-out knot of breathyou're there, with a splinter of life.
