A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. — Robert Frost Copy Share Image
“When you're awake, all the men go and fall for you - Sleep, pretty lady, and give me a chance (From the… — Dorothy Parker Copy Share Image
“Gotta love us brown girls, munching on fat, swinging blue hips, decked out in shells and splashes, Lawdie, bringing them woo hips.” — Patricia Smith Copy Share Image
I have met with women whom I really think would like to be married to a Poem and to be given away… — John Keats Copy Share Image
Our nature as sensitive beings is far too complex to break apart, re-examine and reshape in a poem. — Masiela Lusha Copy Share Image
Every phrase and every sentence is an end and a beginning, every poem an epitaph. — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“The future belongs to all who, refusing to look back at the past move ahead with the clock as it ticks.” — Odo Simon Agbo Copy Share Image
For me, a poem is an opportunity to kind of interrogate myself a little bit. — Tracy K. Smith Copy Share Image
My first poem was a bolt from the blue … it broke a spell of disillusion and suicidal despondence. … it filled… — William Carlos Williams Copy Share Image
“Not songs of loyalty alone are these, But songs of insurrection also, For I am the sworn poet of every dauntless rebel… — Walt Whitman Copy Share Image
The poem is lonely. It is lonely and en route. Its author stays with it. Does this very fact not place the… — Paul Celan Copy Share Image
“The poet must believe in the unknown as well as the known. This must become indistinguishable at times within the poem to… — the mag man Copy Share Image
A poem, necessarily, sits at a register that's different from our usual conversational voices. You have to listen more actively to get… — Tracy K. Smith Copy Share Image
“I know: in a dream, the tea could stay forever the exact right drinking temperature & I never want that. I want… — Chen Chen Copy Share Image
“Language, a great poem in and of itself, is all around us. We live in the lap of enormous wonder, but how… — Mark Edmundson Copy Share Image
Beginning a poem, the poet as a rule doesn't know the way it's going to come out, and at times, he is… — Joseph Brodsky Copy Share Image
“Walt Whitman (1819–1892). Leaves of Grass. 1900. To You WHOEVER you are, I fear you are walking the walks of dreams, I… — Walt Whitman Copy Share Image
Sometimes the only way I know how to work through something is by writing a poem. And sometimes I get to the… — Sarah Kay Copy Share Image
“Not every day is awful. Not every day is good. Despite the way the hours pass, I’m living like I should. Not… — Richelle E. Goodrich Copy Share Image
“She saw the stubborn set of my face. "I've never felt blessed," I said. "There must be free will to choose. Do… — Tan Twan Eng Copy Share Image
“His gaze, blunted by the unnumbered procession of iron bars, uncounted as his softly padded steps. Smooth motion of blood and sinew… — Rilke Rainer Maria Copy Share Image
“A child said, What is the grass? fetching it to me will full hands; How could I answer the child?…I do not… — John Green Copy Share Image
“Sharply the menacing wind sweeps over The bending poplars, newly bare, And the dark ribbons of the chimneys Veer downward; flicked by… — George Orwell Copy Share Image
“A writer, or any man, must believe that whatever happens to him is an instrument; everything has been given for an end.… — Jorge Luis Borges Copy Share Image
