I sing the song of my heartstrings, alone in the eternal muteness, in the face of God. — Yone Noguchi
I sing the song of my heartstrings, alone in the eternal muteness, in the face of God. — Yone Noguchi
I sing the song of my heartstrings, alone in the eternal muteness, in the face of God. — Yone Noguchi
I sing the song of my heartstrings, alone in the eternal muteness, in the face of God. — Yone Noguchi
I sing the song of my heartstrings, alone in the eternal muteness, in the face of God. — Yone Noguchi
I sing the song of my heartstrings, alone in the eternal muteness, in the face of God. — Yone Noguchi
I sing the song of my heartstrings, alone in the eternal muteness, in the face of God. — Yone Noguchi
I sing the song of my heartstrings, alone in the eternal muteness, in the face of God. — Yone Noguchi
I sing the song of my heartstrings, alone in the eternal muteness, in the face of God. — Yone Noguchi
I sing the song of my heartstrings, alone in the eternal muteness, in the face of God. — Yone Noguchi
I sing the song of my heartstrings, alone in the eternal muteness, in the face of God. — Yone Noguchi
I sing the song of my heartstrings, alone in the eternal muteness, in the face of God. — Yone Noguchi
I sing the song of my heartstrings, alone in the eternal muteness, in the face of God. — Yone Noguchi
I sing the song of my heartstrings, alone in the eternal muteness, in the face of God. — Yone Noguchi
I sing the song of my heartstrings, alone in the eternal muteness, in the face of God. — Yone Noguchi
I sing the song of my heartstrings, alone in the eternal muteness, in the face of God. — Yone Noguchi
I sing the song of my heartstrings, alone in the eternal muteness, in the face of God. — Yone Noguchi
I sing the song of my heartstrings, alone in the eternal muteness, in the face of God. — Yone Noguchi
I sing the song of my heartstrings, alone in the eternal muteness, in the face of God. — Yone Noguchi
I sing the song of my heartstrings, alone in the eternal muteness, in the face of God. — Yone Noguchi
I sing the song of my heartstrings, alone in the eternal muteness, in the face of God. — Yone Noguchi
I sing the song of my heartstrings, alone in the eternal muteness, in the face of God. — Yone Noguchi
I sing the song of my heartstrings, alone in the eternal muteness, in the face of God. — Yone Noguchi
I sing the song of my heartstrings, alone in the eternal muteness, in the face of God. — Yone Noguchi
I sing the song of my heartstrings, alone in the eternal muteness, in the face of God. — Yone Noguchi
I sing the song of my heartstrings, alone in the eternal muteness, in the face of God. — Yone Noguchi
I sing the song of my heartstrings, alone in the eternal muteness, in the face of God. — Yone Noguchi
I sing the song of my heartstrings, alone in the eternal muteness, in the face of God. — Yone Noguchi
I sing the song of my heartstrings, alone in the eternal muteness, in the face of God. — Yone Noguchi
I sing the song of my heartstrings, alone in the eternal muteness, in the face of God. — Yone Noguchi
Download Customize

I sing the song of my heartstrings, alone in the eternal muteness, in the face of God.

— Yone Noguchi
Pin Share Tweet Telegram
Topics
poetry

More “Poetry” Quotes

Any healthy man can go without food for two days--but not without poetry. — Charles Baudelaire
What is this life if, full of care, We have no time to stand and stare? — W.H. Davies, The Collected Poems of William H. Davies
The poem must resist the intelligenceAlmost successfully. — Wallace Stevens, The Collected Poems
loneliness can fly a helicopter through a cut-out shapeof a helicopter the same size as the helicopterand that's it's on — Tao Lin, this emotion was a little e-book
Stain BoyOf all the super heroes,the strangest one by far,doesn't have a special power,or drive a fancy car.next to Supe — Tim Burton
When I can feel you breathing into me i, like a stone gargoyleatop some crumbling building,spring to lifea resuscitated — Saul Williams, , said the shotgun to the head.
You can tell it's a poem because it's swimming in a little gel pack of white space. That shows it's a poem. — Nicholson Baker, The Anthologist
Poetry is an abstraction bloodied. — Wallace Stevens
What is the colour of Christmas?Red? The red of the toyshops on a dark winter’s afternoon,Of Father Christmas and the ro — William Sansom
A song is the exultation of the mind dwelling on eternal things, bursting forth in the voice. — Thomas Aquinas
Balm of the summer night, balm of the ordinary,imperial joy and sorrow of human existence,the dreamed as well as the liv — Louise Glück, The Seven Ages
I had forgotten. Disgust shadows desire.Another life is never safely envied. — Robert Wells