A poet, to whom no one cruel and imposing listens, /…

A poet, to whom no one cruel or imposing listens, Disdained by senates, whispers to your dust.

— Carolyn Kizer

“Remember me," whispers the dust.”

— Peter Huchel

The poet, distracted by politics, asks of poetry that it make itself useful like metal or flour, that it get ready to stain its…

— Eduardo Galeano

Let the poet dream his dreams. Yet, the poet must look at the world; must enter into other men's lives; must look at the…

— William Baziotes

The poet is a brother speaking to a brother of "a moment of their other lives"-a moment that had been buried beneath the dust…

— Anonymous

When I stand in a library where is all the recorded wit of the world, but none of the recording, a mere accumulated, and…

— Henry David Thoreau

When the landscape buckles and jerks around, when a dust column of debris rises from the collapse of a block of buildings on bodies…

— Adrienne Rich

Out of the ruined lodge and forgotten mansion, bowers that are trodden under foot, and pleasure-houses that are dust, the poet calls up a…

— Thomas de Quincey

Mr. Bumpy from Bump in the Night was this funky little guy who lived under the bed and thought eating dust bunnies was a…

— Jim Cummings

“People were made of nothing so much as dust, and I couldn't see that doctoring all that dust was a bit better than writing…

— Sylvia Plath

Wild honey smells of freedom The dust - of sunlight The mouth of a young girl, like a violet But gold - smells of…

— Anna Akhmatova

We think literature is immortal, but even that decays and ultimately turns to dust.

— Mick Farren

She had been dragged in the most humiliating of all dusts, the dust reserved for older women who let themselves be approached, on amorous…

— Elizabeth von Arnim

“Veiled by the dust of its own passing.”

— Cameron Rogers

Perhaps no order of mammals presents us with so extraordinary a series of gradations as this [step by step, from humans to apes to…

— Thomas Huxley