Quotes About Expression

Give me, for my life, all lives, give me all the pain of everyone, I'm going to turn it into hope. Give me all the joys, even the most secret, because otherwise how will these things be known? I have to tell them, give me the labors of everyday, for that's what I sing.

In one kiss, you'll know all I haven't said.

There is no insurmountable solitude. All paths lead to the same goal: to convey to others what we are. And we must pass through solitude and difficulty, isolation and silence in order to reach forth to the enchanted place where we can dance our clumsy dance and sing our sorrowful song - but in this dance or in this song there are fulfilled the most ancient rites of our conscience in the awareness of being human and of believing in a common destiny.

On our earth, before writing was invented, before the printing press was invented, poetry flourished. That is why we know that poetry is like bread; it should be shared by all, by scholars and by peasants, by all our vast, incredible, extraordinary family of humanity.

You can say anything you want, yessir, but it's the words that sing, they soar and descend...I bow to them...I love them, I cling to them, I run them down, I bite into them, I melt them down...I love words so much...The unexpected ones...The ones I wait for greedily or stalk until, suddenly, they drop...

What will they say about my poetry who never touched my blood? Que diran de mi poesia los que no tocaron mi sangre?

And I watch my words from a long way off.. They are more YOURS than mine.. They climb on my old suffering like ivy...

And tell me everything, tell chain by chain, and link by link, and step by step; sharpen the knives you kept hidden away, thrust them into my breast, into my hands, like a torrent of sunbursts, an Amazon of buried jaguars, and leave me cry: hours, days and years, blind ages, stellar centuries.

En un beso, sabrás todo lo que he callado.

Some poems survive it to become poems in another language," he argued, "but others refuse to live in any language but their own, in which case the translator can manage no more than a reproduction, an effigy, of the original.

for human beings, not to speak is to die -from The Word

We all arrive by different streets, by unequal languages, at Silence.

Between the lips and the voice something goes dying.

las personas más razonables les costaría mucho ser poetas, quizás a los poetas les cuesta mucho ser razonables.

In my poems I could not shut the door to the street.

La poesía es siempre un acto de paz. El poeta nace de la paz como el pan nace de la harina.

T]here arises an insight, which the poet must learn through other people. There is no insurmountable solitude. All paths lead to the same goal: to convey to others what we are.

el verbo es origen y vierte vida: es sangre, es la sangre que expresa su substancia y está dispuesto así su desarrollo

Someone will ask later, sometimes searching for a name, his own or someone else's why I neglected his sadness or his love or his reason or his delirium or his hardships: and he'll be right: it was my duty to name you, you, someone far away and someone close by, to name someone for his heroic scar, to name a woman for her petal, the arrogant one for his fierce innocence, the forgotten one for his famous obscurity. But I didn't have enough time or ink for everyone

The dove signifies the dove and the guitar signifies a musical instrument called the guitar.

Por qué me pican las pulgas y los sargentos literarios?

And I watch my words from a long way off. They are more yours than mine.

In the house of poetry nothing endures that is not written with blood to be heard with blood. –

Sin mirar hacia ninguna dirección libremente, incontrolablemente se me soltaron mis poemas.