John Geddes Quotes

... yes I speak a different language - the dark fire of poetry - it flutters and gutters in tune with the mood...
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...at seventeen I tried to write poetry confining myself solely to Anglo-Saxon words - don't know if it helped, but it made me more concrete ...
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...all these epic battles and monsters lately - but love is a tiny world and I prefer a more personal style...
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...you mean you don't fit characters into a plot? excatly...
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...when the room goes silent, someone has spoken with authority...
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...true authority is not based on control - it's based on truth...
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...you knew I was confused, tormented, but you enticed me - led me on...
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From the moment I saw you, I wanted you in my dreams
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...the religion of the heart is as intimate as a wish breathed to the night sky...
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...we use intimacy to refer to the physical when it really pertains to the spiritual ..
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Your window square a yellow kite, and the Moon a white balloon
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...what is the meaning of La Belle Dame Sans Merci? - have you never been enthralled? enchantment that is unrequited desolates the soul...
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...I'm the last person to ask about unrequited love - I've run away to the Moon and fled to its valleys...
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...each heart is made of a different stone - no two feel alike nor break the same way ...
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...the strands that connect us are frail, so don't hang great weights on slender wires...
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I knew I loved you when I kept trying to run away and find reasons why it wouldn’t work
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...Myths aren’t fairy tales or legends—they’re an honest attempt to explain mysteries...
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In the baby’s roomThe city lights areMilkyIn the curtains… Breath Gentle as rain, Sleep Quiet as snowflakes
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...God sometimes sends flowers -but I like it best when he darkens the sky and lights up an infinitude of worlds...
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...and here's a secret for you - everything beautiful is sad...gilded with impermanence...
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...yes, I am your priest, your magician, your lover - I make charms to incant your presence...
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...you listen first with the ears - then, you wait and listen for what your heart feels - then you consider what they've said - then, you reply ...
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...never be disappointing - you may wound me, but you must never be disappointing...
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You are my winter suddenness—a glass of red wine spilt across a white tablecloth
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...I hear the sounds of melting snow outside my window every night and with the first faint scent of spring, I remember life exists...
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...I pray this winter be gentle and kind - a season of rest from the wheel of the mind...
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I keep coming back to certain books, and you—to try to find myself again
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...I don't want security - to be self-assured - I want to risk my heart in making your portrait and be paid the wages of your devotion...
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...I'm constantly agitated, restless - I work moments like worry beads until I see your face...
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...I love Shakespeare, but sometimes....his images - If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head....
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...you need to travel to see the ocean - I don't need the ocean - I have the sky...
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...I looked in the window, wanting to stay - it rained, yet I remained...because you were so lovely...
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...I prefer rain -sometimes I feel sunlight will turn me to stone - perhaps I'm a Troll...
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...a dream isn't a wish - it's an altered state of consciousness ...
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...I live with regrets - the bittersweet loss of innocence - the red track of the moon upon the lake - the inability to return and do it again...
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...Neruda was right about all mysterious women - The moon lives in the lining of their skin...
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...winter crescent resting in the high pine bough - you fly through the woods like a lone snow bird...
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...I'm shy in person - so afraid to confess my love - I need a go-between - our mutual friend, the Moon...
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...a bard's down-to-earth love: My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun; Coral is far more red and when she walks, treads on the ground...
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...you called me poet-priest - I am. ...devoted to my art, faithful to you...or, is the other way around?...
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...what else would a poet priest do on an endless night, but write of love?...
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...I guess you're right - I am a priest - I offer sacrifices - so take this line, I want you to have something of mine...
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...I don't want what other men see in you- you the you I want is invisible but it is the part of you I really love...
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...Ah, but the Moon my Love is jealous, and can you blame him? You outshine him with your virtues...
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fingers of wind combed the lake into ridges—icy palm prints glistened wherever it rested
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...you are not what you seem - you're a Sylph - you leave and the air retains your image - you haunt me...
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...when I think of you it's with tears, because no one else has such delicate hands that can reach into my soul and calm my fears...
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...these vignettes I sketch for you - what are they? watercolors ..yes and dreams blurred with tears ...
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...dark furrow lines grid the snow, punctuated by orange abacus beads of pumpkins - now the crows own the field...
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...that icy glass reduces your beauty - dims your fire - let me be your mirror...
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...it's merely writing, but you have to adjust your ear – I speak quietly – I sob – I whisper...
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...is the writer a prophet or priest - does he show the truth or serve the truth?...
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...some writers closet themselves - I write wherever I am because that's where life is happening ...
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...it's good to know wave and particle alpha code, but more than that, the writer must go to the heart of life ...
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...if you want your own distinctive voice, you first have to become someone...
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...my writing is a wild mustang - more thunderous than a lightning storm -and all my skill which I call art, is devoted to simply staying on...
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...Everyone struggles to guard their heart from breaking, when they should desire to have a heart that breaks...
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...God and your heart both whisper - incline your ear - don't just learn from your head...
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...you betrayed me, but after all those years I discover, my tears have wiped the slate clean...
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...we've let go of so many things, but never each other's hand ...
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