“As for the wellsprings of wonderment, they run deep. The quiet mind, the youthful heart, the perceptive eye, the racing blood – these conflow to produce wonder.”
-- E.B. White, The Points of My Compass
“Solitude. Where does its value lie? For in solitude we are in the presence of mere matter (even the sky, the stars, the moon, trees in blossom), things of less value (perhaps) than a human spirit. Its value lies in the greater possibility of attention.”
-- Simone Weil, Gravity and Grace
“I love the poetic gait, by leaps and gambols.
-- Montaigne
“I paint transience.”
-- Montaigne
“Chaos, in a work of art, should shimmer through the veil of order.”
-- Novalis
“One man, I remember, used to take off his hat and set fire to his hair every now and then, but I do not remember what it proved, if it proved anything at all, except that he was a very interesting man.”
-- Dylan Thomas, “Reminiscences of Childhood,” Quite Early One Morning
“Whatever you can do, or dream you can do, begin it. Boldness has genius, power, and magic in it.”
-- Goethe
...and, of course, the other topic dear to the heart of poets:
bang
bone
belly-bump
booly-dog
boozle
buff the floor
do bouncy-bounce
do a bit of hard for a bit of soft
make carnal acquaintance
cavault
do the conjugal act
consummate
coot
perform the culbatizing exercise
do the four-legged frolic
frick
frigg
do ficky-fick
do horizontal refreshment
practice in actus coitu
do the Irish whist
jig-a-jig
lay
lay pipe
ling-grapple
make the two-backed beast
make nooky
nub
nurtle
poke
roll in the hay
romp in the hay
toss in the hay
rut
do smockage
screw
shag
shake the sheets
roll the soul
trombone
make amorous congress
do what Eve did with Adam
Yeats or maybe Auden or perhaps Pound (probably all three) said that the only subjects worthy of poetry are sex and death.
Thus, in honor of those great poets, a list to draw on:
depart
expire
croak
keel over
kick off
bite the dust
pass on
pass away
perish
succumb
answer the final summons
answer the last call
breathe your last
take the long sleep
cash in your chips
climb the golden staircase
coil up your ropes
cross the great divide
give up the ghost
go to a better world
go to meet your maker
go the way of all flesh
lay down your knife and fork
shuffle off this mortal coil
pull a cluck
step off
step onto the last bus
tip over
cross over
buy the farm
take an earth bath
take a dirt nap