Love is the bone and sinew of my curse. --from "Poem For A…

“Mother of otherness, Eat me. --from "Poem for a Birthday - Who", written 1960”

— Sylvia Plath

Dark is a way and light is a place, Heaven that never was Nor will be ever is always true "Poem on His Birthday

— Dylan Thomas

“Dark is a way and light is a place, Heaven that never was Nor will be ever is always true —Dylan Thomas, ‘Poem on…

— Jeannette Walls

“What did my fingers do before they held him? What did my heart do, with its love? From " Three Women: A Poem for…

— Sylvia Plath

I would say everything should be able to come into a poem, but I can't put toothbrushes into a poem, I really can't!

— Sylvia Plath

For me, poetry is an evasion of the real job of writing prose.

— Sylvia Plath

“I have stitched life into me like a rare organ --from "Three Women: A Poem for Three Voices", written 1962”

— Sylvia Plath

I saw the gooseflesh on my skin. I did not know what made it. I was not cold. Had a ghost passed over? No,…

— Sylvia Plath

“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

“Sentinels of trees breathe life into bodies of earthly flesh As their mighty arms reach to the stars we join in their quest for…

— Ramon Ravenswood

Memory revises me. Even now a letter comes from a place I don’t know, from someone with my name and postmarked years ago, while…

— Li-Young Lee

“The name does not deserve the poem, but the poem deserves the name.”

— Dejan Stojanovic

“sometimes when everything seems at its worst when all conspires and gnaws and the hours, days, weeks years seem wasted – stretched there upon…

— Charles Bukowski

“Whatever you want," he said. "Will you please come here now?" I slipped a piece of protective tissue over my drawing and flipped the…

— Melissa Jensen

You don’t read or overhear the voice in the poem, you are the voice in the poem.

— Helen Vendler