“I wanted to write some words you'd remember. Words so alert they'd leap from the paper, crawl up your shoulder, lie by… — C.L. Foster Copy Share Image
1 - 2 The most original sin is not the thinker's but the poet's. Jose Bergamin The novel is born of disillusionment;… — Jose Bergamin Copy Share Image
“No, I am just writing this because, sometimes, you’re still all I have to write about. Sometimes you’re the only thing that… — Moriah Pearson Copy Share Image
I’ve noticed a fascinating phenomenon in my twenty-five years of teaching - that schools and schooling are increasingly irrelevant to the great… — John Taylor Gatto Copy Share Image
If we think about folk forms, they belong to disenfranchised people, people who have not been allowed access to the poetry of… — Eliza Griswold Copy Share Image
“This world that was our home for a brief spell never brought us anything but pain and grief; its a shame that… — Omar Khayyám Copy Share Image
“ Native Soil There's Nobody simpler than us, or with more pride, or fewer tears. (1922) Our hearts don't wear it as… — Anna Akhmatova Copy Share Image
As if channeling Robbe-Grillet, who strove to establish 'new relations between man and the world,' Sesshu Foster's electrifying prose poems tenderly examine… — Wanda Coleman Copy Share Image
Poetry is one of the most fugitive arts: it can be assigned to memory, taken and hidden in the mind, smuggled into… — Eavan Boland Copy Share Image
I am drawn to people that are not going to shy away from the very dark, scary stuff of the human condition… — Anne Lamott Copy Share Image
Around the time of the Terran Caesar Augustus, a Martian artist had been composing a work of art. It could have been… — Robert A. Heinlein Copy Share Image
O, how much more doth beauty beauteous seem By that sweet ornament which truth doth give! The rose looks fair, but fairer… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
The artist has some internal experience that produces a poem, a painting, a piece of music. Spectators submit themselves to the work,… — Samuel R. Delany Copy Share Image
“Twilight Surprise” poem: “The sky burns down, A rim of coals glowing gold and red, Limned with orange again And kissed with… — Elizabeth Barrette Copy Share Image
If you examine the highest poetry in the light of common sense, you can only say that it is rubbish; and in… — Aleister Crowley Copy Share Image
The reason Milton wrote in fetters when he wrote of Angels & God, and at liberty when of Devils & Hell, is… — William Blake Copy Share Image
“~Dance~ My fingers dance On the set Of ivory & black pirouettes. I let go While my fingers fly, Making music through… — Rachel Nicole Wagner Copy Share Image
“A poem exists only in the relation between poet and reader. And I'm in need of my readers, except that they never… — Mahmoud Darwish Copy Share Image
“ Music, When Soft Voices Die Music, when soft voices die, Vibrates in the memory; Odours, when sweet violets sicken, Live within… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
“Through the mad mystic hammering of the wild ripping hail the sky cracked its poems in naked wonder, that the clinging of… — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
“An anonymous GI poet added: Please Mr. Truman, won't you send us home? We have captured Napoli and liberated Rome; We have… — James T. Patterson Copy Share Image
I am mistaken if a single epigram included fails to preserve at least some faint thrill of the emotion through which it… — Arthur Quiller-Couch Copy Share Image
If I were twenty or thirty years younger, I would start afresh in this field with the certainty of accomplishing much. But… — Eleanora Duse Copy Share Image
When you think of things that influenced your life, Mother Goose influenced more people than almost any other thing, the rhythms of… — Grace Paley Copy Share Image
“It is winter now, and the roses are blooming again, their petals bright against the snow. My father died last April; my… — Jane Yolen Copy Share Image
“I know this much, is all, “ Franny said. “ If you’re a poet, you do something beautiful. I mean, you’re supposed… — J.D. Salinger Copy Share Image
“Walter Scott has no business to write novels, especially good ones. — It is not fair. — He has fame and profit… — Jane Austen Copy Share Image
“For it has come about, by the wise economy of nature, that our modern spirit can almost dispense with language; the commonest… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
She is unable to dream, think or love. In a woman, poetry never comes naturally, but always as the result of education.… — Edmond de Goncourt Copy Share Image
“I scan my memory for fragments of the poem that are floating in my memory. “If you can dream—and not make dreams… — Dylan Allen Copy Share Image
Since so much of the poetry machine is consumed in and with the mirroring and the reproduction of what is already preexistent,… — Fady Joudah Copy Share Image
I got a lot of friends but there's only one of you, if I lost you I don't know what I'd do.… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
It seems like every ten years there's a book that says that poetry used to be popular, and now it's not, but… — Robert Hass Copy Share Image
“In Poetry class, Professor Sappho teaches us how to compose love ballads. She's a swell teacher and all but I'm not sure… — Tai Odunsi Copy Share Image
“It was likely, then that this—-this stumbling walk on a wet night across a ploughed field-—meant death. Death—-the thing one had always… — C.S. Lewis Copy Share Image
I have been used to consider poetry as "the food of love" said Darcy. "Of a fine, stout, healthy love it may.… — Jane Austen Copy Share Image
“He didn't disagree with me, but he seemed to feel that I have a perfection complex of some kind. Much talk from… — J.D. Salinger Copy Share Image
“What’s the use of writing poetry for your peers? I don’t think I should sell my poetry to other poets. If that’s… — Harley King Copy Share Image
Stopgaps do belong to the internal economy of the form, since the Whole requires them, even if only in a subordinate position… — Umberto Eco Copy Share Image
Poems are not easy to start, and they're not easy to finish. There's a great pleasure in - I wouldn't say ease,… — Billy Collins Copy Share Image
