I do like Canadian poetry. Christian Bök, Anne Carson, Carmine Starnino, and Don McKay are a few of the Canadian poets whose… — James Arthur Copy Share Image
The poet makes himself a voyant through a long, immense reasoned deranging of all his senses. All the forms of love, of… — Arthur Rimbaud Copy Share Image
What do you do when you realize that all you ever wanted was what you always had? Somehow knowing what Im missing… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
If you're a poet, you do something beautiful. I mean, you're supposed to leave something beautiful after you get off the page… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
A good poem has its own life. It's like bringing a child into the world. You, the poet, birthed the child, but… — David Whyte Copy Share Image
“I know a woman who keeps buying puzzles chinese puzzles blocks wires pieces that finally fit into some order. she works it… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“Poetry is the wailing of a broken heart―the etched sorrows of despairing souls. These artful words are an exclamation in rare colors… — Richelle E. Goodrich Copy Share Image
“In learning a language, when from mere words we reach the laws of words, we have gained a great deal. But if… — Rabindranath Tagore Copy Share Image
“To the bottle in the ditch, to the scoop in the oats, to air in the lung let evening come. Let it… — Jane Kenyon Copy Share Image
“Strand sees his main skill as just paying attention to the textures and rhythms of life, being receptive to the multifaceted, constantly… — Mihaly Csikszentmihalyi Copy Share Image
“Justice Denied Thousands of women, probably more I cannot reach them behind justice doors Many stay silent, barred just like me. Haunted… — Diane Chamberlain Copy Share Image
There are so many new young poets, novelists, and playwrights who are much less politically committed than the former generations. The trend… — Mario Vargas Llosa Copy Share Image
I'm trying to find these rare moments where you feel completely illuminated. Facts never illuminate you. The phone directory of Manhattan doesn't… — Werner Herzog Copy Share Image
I used to say to my auntie, 'You throw my fu*kin' poetry out, and you'll regret it when I'm famous,' and she… — John Lennon Copy Share Image
I had these little babies [my twins] and it gave me something so spectacular, such a feeling - I was so turned… — Al Pacino Copy Share Image
“Dearest Alexia, Oh, please absolve me of this guilt I already feel squishing on my very soul! My troubled heart weeps! Oh… — Gail Carriger Copy Share Image
“The text we shall consider this morning,” he said clearly and with a cutting edge to his voice, “is found in the… — Kathrine Kressmann Taylor Copy Share Image
I have to make myself write, sometimes. In the space between poems, you somehow forget how to do it, where to begin.… — Simon Armitage Copy Share Image
“Now, again, he paused, and into the breach thus made, leapt Ambition, the harridan, and Poetry, the witch, and Desire of Fame,… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
I do believe that a poet would possess a stronger intuitive sense of phrasing with a rock song. There is a way… — Jim Carroll Copy Share Image
Biggie was to me the guy who was the best at painting the picture and making you visualize something, Pac was the… — Scott Storch Copy Share Image
“Every breath we take from the air Takes oxygen from an insect’s lungs mid-prayer And every exhalation does loudly declare That in… — Justin Wetch Copy Share Image
A successful poem says what a poet wants to say, and more, with particular finality. The remarks he makes about his poems… — Randall Jarrell Copy Share Image
a poet is someone who is abnormally fond of that precision which creates movement. Which is to say the highest form of… — e. e. cummings Copy Share Image
Another trouble with poetry - and I'm gonna stop the list at two - is the presence of presumptuousness in poetry, the… — Billy Collins Copy Share Image
“And yet it fills me with wonder, that, in almost all countries, the most ancient poets are considered as the best: whether… — Samuel Johnson Copy Share Image
It was my 16th birthday-my mom and dad gave me my Goya classical guitar that day. I sat down, wrote this song,… — Stevie Nicks Copy Share Image
“Little soul, little perpetually undressed one, do now as I bid you, climb the shelf-like branches of the spruce tree; wait at… — Louise Glück Copy Share Image
Genius is mainly an affair of energy, and poetry is mainly an affair of genius; therefore a nation whose spirit is characterized… — Matthew Arnold Copy Share Image
“Sunflowers, Not Facing the Sun (A Poem) I stand tall As gracious as one could be Blooming to my best As slender… — Annie Ali Copy Share Image
Poetry is like pooping. If there is a poem inside of you, it has to come out. Sometimes it can be really… — Sarah Kay Copy Share Image
One demands two things of a poem. Firstly, it must be a well-made verbal object that does honor to the language in… — W. H. Auden Copy Share Image
Poems have always been a place for questions for me. Not answers. And I have a lot of questions these days. One… — Ada Limon Copy Share Image
“Continental Drift you have moved through like an ice flow- steady slow substantial tumble of glacial tongue sweeping through valleys reshaped you… — Nancy Boutilier Copy Share Image
The fine gifts of temperament and imagination which are essential to the production of true poetry are often accompanied by morbid sensibility.… — Myrtle Reed Copy Share Image
“Thus, since time immemorial, it has been customary to accept the criticism of art from a man who may or may not… — Aristotle Copy Share Image
I spent many years in college studying English literature. I was on the verge of attending grad school to get a Ph.D.… — Caterina Fake Copy Share Image
“I love a sunburnt country, A land of sweeping plains, Of ragged mountain ranges, Of droughts and flooding rains. I love her… — Dorothea Mackellar Copy Share Image
I am committed now to one thing: lyric sequences. I want the intensity of lyric, but the scope and arc of narrative.… — Gregory Orr Copy Share Image
“Amor" So many days, oh so many days seeing you so tangible and so close, how do I pay, with what do… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image