Lost in loneliness and pain. Black and unendurable, Thinking of you with every Corpuscle of my flesh, in Every instant of night And day. — Kenneth Rexroth Copy Share Image
A white crowned night sparrow sings as the moon sets. Thunder growls far off. Our campfire is a single light. Amongst a hundred peaks and waterfalls. The manifold voices of falling water Take all night. Wrapped in your down bag… — Kenneth Rexroth Copy Share Image
I've had it with these cheap sons of bitches who claim they love poetry but never buy a book. — Kenneth Rexroth Copy Share Image
“There are sparkles of rain on the bright Hair over your forehead; Your eyes are wet and your lips Wet and cold, your cheek… — Kenneth Rexroth Copy Share Image
The basic line in any good verse is cadenced... building it around the natural breath structures of speech. — Kenneth Rexroth Copy Share Image
The mature man lives quietly, does good privately, takes responsibility for his actions, treats others with friendliness and courtesy, finds mischief boring and avoids… — Kenneth Rexroth Copy Share Image
Victorian society was homogeneous without being homogenized. It was, to paraphrase the epigram about Parliament, a society of extreme eccentrics who agreed so well… — Kenneth Rexroth Copy Share Image
“The mature man lives quietly, does good privately, assumes personal responsibility for his actions, treats others with friendliness and courtesy, finds mischief boring and… — Kenneth Rexroth Copy Share Image
“Imperceptible It withers in the world, This flower-like human heart.” — Kenneth Rexroth Copy Share Image
Harvey , Galileo , Copernicus do not seem occult to us, but they did so to their contemporaries, hierophants of the mysteries of Natural… — Kenneth Rexroth Copy Share Image
The free, creative, loving people who shine so brightly in my memory of studios and coffee shops have become models for a huge section… — Kenneth Rexroth Copy Share Image
