John Geddes, A Familiar Rain Quotes
....my sacred landscape is the foothills of the stars - I go there often to sleep ...
...at dawn, the grains of sleep turn to floating black spots, then out of focus the world tilts, and the cat scratches at the door...
...You say you don't mistrust me, yet you quote Chrysostom - Hell is paved with priests' skulls....
...you found me in my lonely labyrinth and like Beatrice, led me out of my own hell...
...I see myself at crossroads in my life, mapless, lacking bits of knowledge - then, the Moon breaks through, lights up the path before me...
...I'm not in control and without a firm spot, like Archimedes I can't move the world - let alone your heart..
...freedom of conscience does not mean being uncontrolled - we have to control ourselves and at times submit to others...
...I'm a modern mountebank - I believe in Physiognomy - after all, we are in control of our face - it's the map of where we've been...
...don't think love is just an emotion - I am dangerous and you know it because I will do anything you ask me to do...
...you called me poet-priest - I am. ...devoted to my art, faithful to you...or, is the other way around?...
...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 ...
... yes I speak a different language - the dark fire of poetry - it flutters and gutters in tune with the mood...
...all these epic battles and monsters lately - but love is a tiny world and I prefer a more personal style...
...you knew I was confused, tormented, but you enticed me - led me on...
...the religion of the heart is as intimate as a wish breathed to the night sky...
...we use intimacy to refer to the physical when it really pertains to the spiritual ..
...I'm the last person to ask about unrequited love - I've run away to the Moon and fled to its valleys...
...what is the meaning of La Belle Dame Sans Merci? - have you never been enthralled? enchantment that is unrequited desolates the soul...
...each heart is made of a different stone - no two feel alike nor break the same way ...
...the strands that connect us are frail, so don't hang great weights on slender wires...
...Myths aren’t fairy tales or legends—they’re an honest attempt to explain mysteries...
...and here's a secret for you - everything beautiful is sad...gilded with impermanence...
...yes, I am your priest, your magician, your lover - I make charms to incant your presence...
...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 ...
...never be disappointing - you may wound me, but you must never be disappointing...
...I hear the sounds of melting snow outside my window every night and with the first faint scent of spring, I remember life exists...
...I'm constantly agitated, restless - I work moments like worry beads until I see your face...
...I love Shakespeare, but sometimes....his images - If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head....
...you need to travel to see the ocean - I don't need the ocean - I have the sky...
...I looked in the window, wanting to stay - it rained, yet I remained...because you were so lovely...
...I prefer rain -sometimes I feel sunlight will turn me to stone - perhaps I'm a Troll...
...winter crescent resting in the high pine bough - you fly through the woods like a lone snow bird...
...Neruda was right about all mysterious women - The moon lives in the lining of their skin...
...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...
...I'm shy in person - so afraid to confess my love - I need a go-between - our mutual friend, the Moon...
...I guess you're right - I am a priest - I offer sacrifices - so take this line, I want you to have something of mine...
...what else would a poet priest do on an endless night, but write of love?...
...who would have known the dark eyes staring into mine would become our children's eyes...?
...I know Shakespeare said art is holding up a mirror to nature- but you're actually bending and refracting it through your interior dialogue ...
...the bones of cirrus clouds stand out like ribs against the sky - an angel is stretching...
...Use your finger to trace the scar upon my chest- I lied - it wasn't a knife wound, but a scrape from a nail sliding under a fence to see you...
...you betrayed me, but after all those years I discover, my tears have wiped the slate clean...
...there is a myth called objective reality - we think an impersonal world exists apart from us - it doesn't - it needs us to be ...