Rod McKuen
Rod McKuen
Rodney Marvin "Rod" McKuenwas an American singer-songwriter, musician and poet. He was one of the best-selling poets in the United States during the late 1960s. Throughout his career, McKuen produced a wide range of recordings, which included popular music, spoken word poetry, film soundtracks and classical music. He earned two Academy Award nominations and one Pulitzer nomination for his music compositions. McKuen's translations and adaptations of the songs of Jacques Brel were instrumental in bringing the Belgian songwriter to prominence...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionComposer
Date of Birth29 April 1933
CityOakland, CA
CountryUnited States of America
Poetry is fact given over to imagery.
There is no other way to find ourselves but in each others faces.
It's nice sometimes to open up the heart a little and let some hurt come in. It proves you're still alive.
It happens just because we need to want and to be wanted too, when love is here or gone to lie down in the darkness and listen to the warm.
People are not born bastards. They have to work at it.
A poet can't afford to be aloof. The tools of his trade are the people he bumps up against.
Even when you feel you've reached the end or edge of life, hold on. Life itself will ultimately take care of you.
Do not ask the definition of a friend. He/She is that one without whose company death and dying set in earlier and living is made more pleasurable.
The gifts that one receives for giving are so immeasurable that it is almost an injustice to accept them.
Cats have it all - admiration, an endless sleep, and company only when they want it.
I've come to terms with it, it knows I know.
If you love somebody, tell them.
I cannot speculate on what our cluttered mind will save- sleepy Sundays, or a nosebleed after love. I know only the dying heart needs the nourishment of memory to live beyond too many winters.
No map to help us find the tranquil flat lands, clearings calm, fields without mean fences. Rolling down the other side of life our compass is the sureness of ourselves. Time may make us rugged, ragged round the edges, but know and understand that love is still the safest place to land.