“… yes I speak a different language – the dark fire of poetry – it flutters and gutters in tune with the mood…”
— John Geddes
“…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 …”
— John Geddes
“…all these epic battles and monsters lately – but love is a tiny world and I prefer a more personal style…”
— John Geddes
“…you mean you don’t fit characters into a plot? excatly…”
— John Geddes
“…you knew I was confused, tormented, but you enticed me – led me on…”
— John Geddes
“…when the room goes silent, someone has spoken with authority…”
— John Geddes
“…true authority is not based on control – it’s based on truth…”
— John Geddes
“From the moment I saw you, I wanted you in my dreams”
— John Geddes
“…we use intimacy to refer to the physical when it really pertains to the spiritual ..”
— John Geddes
“…the religion of the heart is as intimate as a wish breathed to the night sky…”
— John Geddes
“Your window square a yellow kite, and the Moon a white balloon”
— John Geddes
“…what is the meaning of La Belle Dame Sans Merci? – have you never been enthralled? enchantment that is unrequited desolates the soul…”
— John Geddes
“…I’m the last person to ask about unrequited love – I’ve run away to the Moon and fled to its valleys…”
— John Geddes
“…each heart is made of a different stone – no two feel alike nor break the same way …”
— John Geddes
“…the strands that connect us are frail, so don’t hang great weights on slender wires…”
— John Geddes
“I knew I loved you when I kept trying to run away and find reasons why it wouldn’t work”
— John Geddes
“…Myths aren’t fairy tales or legends—they’re an honest attempt to explain mysteries…”
— John Geddes
“In the baby’s roomThe city lights areMilkyIn the curtains… Breath Gentle as rain, Sleep Quiet as snowflakes”
— John Geddes
“…God sometimes sends flowers -but I like it best when he darkens the sky and lights up an infinitude of worlds…”
— John Geddes
“…and here’s a secret for you – everything beautiful is sad…gilded with impermanence…”
— John Geddes
“…yes, I am your priest, your magician, your lover – I make charms to incant your presence…”
— John Geddes
“…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 …”
— John Geddes
“…never be disappointing – you may wound me, but you must never be disappointing…”
— John Geddes
“You are my winter suddenness—a glass of red wine spilt across a white tablecloth”
— John Geddes
“…I hear the sounds of melting snow outside my window every night and with the first faint scent of spring, I remember life exists…”
— John Geddes
“…I pray this winter be gentle and kind – a season of rest from the wheel of the mind…”
— John Geddes
“I keep coming back to certain books, and you—to try to find myself again”
— John Geddes
“…I don’t want security – to be self-assured – I want to risk my heart in making your portrait and be paid the wages of your devotion…”
— John Geddes
“…I’m constantly agitated, restless – I work moments like worry beads until I see your face…”
— John Geddes
“…I love Shakespeare, but sometimes….his images – If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head….”
— John Geddes