I held her wrists and then I got it through the eyes: hatred, centuries deep and true. I was wrong and graceless… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
Words are delicate instruments: How to use them so that, after having read the poem, the taste remaining is not of the… — Luljeta Lleshanaku Copy Share Image
“There is a sort of busy worm, That will the fairest book deform. Their tasteless tooth will tear and taint The poet,… — Cornelia Funke Copy Share Image
Even when I was in school, I was doing papers and writing poems; I always had an edge to my delivery. It… — Amanda Seales Copy Share Image
“No, I didn't. But I was aware that I was embarked on an epic. In the case of the Bradstreet poem, I… — John Berryman Copy Share Image
“ Father, R.I.P., Sums Me Up at Twenty-Three She has no head for politics, craves good jewelry, trusts too readily, marries too… — Deborah Garrison Copy Share Image
“The most sublime labour of poetry is to give sense and passion to insensate things; and it is characteristic of children to… — Giambattista Vico Copy Share Image
Although the poet has as wide a choice of subjects as the painter, his creations fail to afford as much satisfaction to… — Leonardo da Vinci Copy Share Image
“Imagination is often truer than fact,” said Gwendolen, decisively, though she could no more have explained these glib words than if they… — George Eliot Copy Share Image
There are dozens of young poets and fictioneers most of them a little insane in the tradition of James Joyce, who, however… — Sinclair Lewis Copy Share Image
The aim of science is to make difficult things understandable in a simpler way; the aim of poetry is to state simple… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“Southern trees bear strange fruit, Blood on the leaves and blood at the root, Black bodies swinging in the southern breeze, Strange… — Abel Meeropol Copy Share Image
“we want it visible to show when even the most visible joy will reveal itself only when we have transformed it within.… — Rainer Maria Rilke Copy Share Image
“(I pull the second to last item out of my bag. Her purple hair clip. She told me once how much it… — Colleen Hoover Copy Share Image
Often you've read another poem that you think is so beautiful that you'd like to make something like that. And so you… — Edward Hirsch Copy Share Image
I'm proud to say I'm the only Slaughterhouse member who has not rewritten a verse yet, and that's the ongoing joke in… — Joe Budden Copy Share Image
“The day arrived,when myriad teary rivers flow and the muted wind faintly died in his tears—an altar for the beloved one's departure,for… — Nithin Purple Copy Share Image
“In the Bible, God uses several different types of writing to convey his truth. There are narratives (often with commentary), preaching and… — J Stafford Wright Copy Share Image
“1 Cain lifts Crow, that heavy black bird and strikes down Abel. Damn, says Crow, I guess this is just the beginning.… — Sherman Alexie Copy Share Image
I wanted a perfect ending. Now I've learned, the hard way, that some poems don't rhyme, and some stories don't have a… — Gilda Radner Copy Share Image
To my sweetheart, My love for you is like a clear sky after a cloudy morning, the dew in the dawn, as… — Ash Sweeney Copy Share Image
“Larinas – profesorius, kuris moka lietuvių kalbą, o Šišova – poetė, kuri kiaurai pažįsta Cvirkiuką ir girdi, kaip skleidžiasi gėlelė. (Larinas is… — Petras Cvirka Copy Share Image
“Consider, for example, how the following verse (4:34) regarding the obligations of men toward women has been rendered into English by two… — Reza Aslan Copy Share Image
It was not the purpose of poetry to record anything and everything, to merely describe either the outer world or some subjective… — Kathleen Raine Copy Share Image
“Then they were all standing and applauding, yeah, they were giving him a fucking standing O, and in their faces he saw… — Stephen King Copy Share Image
Rather, the collapsing between act and condition, "I am" with "I do," feels like authenticity, an authenticity of being. The muse rewarded… — Shirley Geok-lin Lim Copy Share Image
With mimicry, with praises, with echoes, or with answers, the poets have all but outsung the bell. The inarticulate bell has found… — Alice Meynell Copy Share Image
A poem I write is not just about me; it is about national identity, not just regional but national, the history of… — Natasha Trethewey Copy Share Image
“Logograms pose a more difficult question. An increasing number of persons and institutions, from archy and mehitabel to PostScript and TrueType, come… — Robert Bringhurst Copy Share Image
“On that day the goosebumps on our skin will read the braille of glory in God's presence. Slander and persecution will remember… — Preston Perry Copy Share Image
Poetry is a tree with very deep roots and while there may be excitement about this or that new little branch, you're… — Joan Larkin Copy Share Image
Criticism is infested with the cant of materialism, which assumes that manual skill and activity is the first merit of all men,… — Ralph Waldo Emerson Copy Share Image
I think there are things in my story that have helped my creativity. Your father being killed, for instance, is one of… — Roger Waters Copy Share Image
In America, a metrical poem is likely to conjure up the idea of the sort of poet who wears ties and lunches… — Joseph Brodsky Copy Share Image
“Girl in the wind blowing wide open the closed doors of my life - which way are we going? Standing against the… — Christy Brown Copy Share Image
Film relates to almost every other form of expression, but poetry is a bit abstract in its strength and sometimes even the… — Jim Jarmusch Copy Share Image
Poetry is perhaps the oldest art form. We can go back to an age-old idea of naming things, the Adamic impulse -… — Nick Laird Copy Share Image
“He reaches for his pen. He yawns and puts it down and picks it up again. I shall be found dead at… — Hilary Mantel Copy Share Image
“A swift rhythm is played out by my hands, a cadence known only to those who have strung tobacco. To many, the… — Brenda Sutton Rose Copy Share Image
and I laugh, I can still laugh, who can't laugh when the whole thing is so ridiculous that only the insane, the… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
