“You become a house where the wind blows straight through, because no one bothers the crack in the window or lock on… — Charlotte Eriksson Copy Share Image
“Robert Frost didn’t like to explain his poems—and for good reason: to explain a poem is to suck the air from its… — Tony Leuzzi Copy Share Image
Poems, to me, do not come from ideas, they come from a series of images that you tuck away in the back… — Carolyn Kizer Copy Share Image
“Night after night on starry wings Night lovers soared so high Miles apart, across the oceans Their love forgot to sigh In… — Munia Khan Copy Share Image
I started out really young, when I was four, five, six, writing poems, before I could play an instrument. I was writing… — Willie Nelson Copy Share Image
“I never have time to write anymore. And when I do I only write about how I never have time. It's work… — Charlotte Eriksson Copy Share Image
O wicked and evil knights thus shine within the pillars of ivory silk and wine; disgrace O slithering snake of thirsty greed… — Johnny Luckett Copy Share Image
The heft of a life in the hands grows both lighter and weightier. Over time, my life has become more saturated with… — Jane Hirshfield Copy Share Image
Is God still showing me love As He looks down from above? He silently sheds a tear as He longs to be… — Mercy Pheona Copy Share Image
“Autobiographia Literaria" When I was a child I played by myself in a corner of the schoolyard all alone. I hated dolls… — Frank O'Hara Copy Share Image
“Most of my friends like words too well. They set them under the blinding light of the poem and try to extract… — Jack Spicer Copy Share Image
The "biggest" poems I ever made are based on the psychological principal of the "Johari Window:" what the self freely shares with… — Denise Duhamel Copy Share Image
