A poet is deeply conflicted and it's in his work that he reconciles those deep conflicts. The place is the harbor. It… — Irving Layton Copy Share Image
how seasonably leaf and blossom uncurl and living things arrange their death, while someone from afar off blows birthday candles for the… — Irving Layton Copy Share Image
Time flames like a paraffin stove / and what burns are the minutes I live. — Irving Layton Copy Share Image
Progress of a marriage: There was a time when you couldn't make me happy. Now the time has come when you can make me… — Irving Layton Copy Share Image
It amazes me that organs that piss Can give human beings such perfect bliss. — Irving Layton Copy Share Image
My neighbor doesn't want to be loved as much as he wants to be envied. — Irving Layton Copy Share Image
Since I no longer expect anything from mankind except madness, meanness, and mendacity; egotism, cowardice, and self-delusion, I have stopped being a misanthrope. — Irving Layton Copy Share Image
And me happiest when I compose poems: Love, power, the huzza of battle are something, are much: yet a poem includes them like a… — Irving Layton Copy Share Image
Only the tiniest fracton of mankind want freedom. All the rest want someone to tell them theyare free. — Irving Layton Copy Share Image
We love in another's soul whatever of ourselves we can deposit in it; the greater the deposit, the greater the love — Irving Layton Copy Share Image
