“Yes, I know," Isadora said, and then read her poem, leaning forward so Carmelita Spats would not overhear: "I would rather eat… — Lemony Snicket Copy Share Image
“The Weaver My life is but a weaving between my Lord and me; I cannot choose the colors He worketh steadily. Oft… — Benjamin Malachi Franklin Copy Share Image
“Mark but this flea, and mark in this, How little that which thou deniest me is; Me it sucked first, and now… — John Donne Copy Share Image
“Dear Father in Heaven, I thank thee this day for blessings and mercies thou sendest my way. I thank thee for comfort… — Richelle E. Goodrich Copy Share Image
A poem is a liminal space that can offer a sensation of belonging. A poem won't bring you a cold beer, but… — Jenny Johnson Copy Share Image
A poem, as a manifestation of language and thus essentially dialogue, can be a message in a bottle, sent out in the… — Paul Celan Copy Share Image
A poem compresses much in a small space and adds music, thus heightening its meaning. The city is like poetry: it compresses… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“Christmas Hyacinths The air grows cleaner with each sight Of words - silver and clear - Without heaviness and sighs. Winter closes in on… — Laura Chouette Copy Share Image
“I could go on all night, Lake. I could go on and on and on about all the reasons I’m in love… — Colleen Hoover Copy Share Image
I read the text; and then I come to the Shirat ha-Yam, to the Song of the Sea [Exodus 15], to the… — Elie Wiesel Copy Share Image
“The Poles rode out from Warsaw against the German Tanks on horses. Rode knowing, in sunlight, with sabers, A magnitude of beauty… — Jack Gilbert Copy Share Image
“You shall no longer take things at second or third hand… nor look through the eyes of the dead… nor feed on… — John Green Copy Share Image
“When he was in college, a famous poet made a useful distinction for him. He had drunk enough in the poet's company… — John Crowley Copy Share Image
Neutrinos alone, among all the known particles, have ethereal properties that are striking and romantic enough both to have inspired a poem… — Lawrence M. Krauss Copy Share Image
“my mine , I searching for you .. long time in the trip time walls, searching you in was me.. I never… — Ridwan Nurwansyah Copy Share Image
“Quote from "The Dish Keepers of Honest House" …TO TWIST THE COLD is easy when its only water you want. Tapping of… — Helene Hinson Staley Copy Share Image
“About your easy heads my prayers I said with syllables of clay. What gift, I asked, shall I bring now Before I… — Tana French Copy Share Image
“The suburb of Saffron Park lay on the sunset side of London, as red and ragged as a cloud of sunset. It… — G.K. Chesterton Copy Share Image
Most of the poems I write go through forty versions and then stay in a file on my computer. I'm not very… — Nick Laird Copy Share Image
With vocal and choral music, first and foremost, it's the text. Not only do I need to serve the text, but the… — Eric Whitacre Copy Share Image
“No sun—no moon! No morn—no noon— No dawn— No sky—no earthly view— No distance looking blue— No road—no street—no "t'other side the… — Thomas Hood Copy Share Image
“MY FATHER If I have to write a poem about my father it has to be about integrity and kindness — the… — Neena H Brar Copy Share Image
“What would you have me do? Seek for the patronage of some great man, And like a creeping vine on a tall… — Edmond Rostand Copy Share Image
“Christ, it's embarrassing--I start thinking about this goddam poem I sent her when we first started goin' around together. 'Rose my color… — J.D. Salinger Copy Share Image
“Better Associations: If you associate yourself with a change maker, Your life will by all means become better. You will wink at… — Israelmore Ayivor Copy Share Image
“Gloomy room immersed in a scent of modern cowards filled with shapeless creatures sitting in silence because they have nothing to say… — Asper Blurry Copy Share Image
“If my like for you was a footy crowd, you'd be deaf cos of the roar. And if my like for you… — Cath Crowley Copy Share Image
“On the Gallows Once Kofi Awoonor I crossed quite a few of your rivers, my gods, into this plain where thirst reigns… — Kofi Awoonor Copy Share Image
“Something about the time of year depressed him deeply. Overcast skies and cutting wind, leaves falling, dusk falling, dark too soon, night… — Don DeLillo Copy Share Image
“Poem of the Song About Hope" I. Give me lilies, lilies, And roses too. But if you have no lilies Or roses… — Fernando Pessoa Copy Share Image
My first spoken word poem, packed with all the wisdom of a 14-year-old, was about the injustice of being seen as unfeminine.… — Sarah Kay Copy Share Image