“Touch was absolutely out of the question. I couldn’t stop sweating. My heart, a butterfly pinned to a glacier. Empires fell inside… — Jeremy Radin Copy Share Image
“I know a woman who keeps buying puzzles chinese puzzles blocks wires pieces that finally fit into some order. she works it… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“There’s a saying that all roads lead to Ankh-Morpork, greatest of Discworld cities. At least, there’s a saying that there’s a saying… — Terry Pratchett Copy Share Image
“Sexual Immorality provides a very pleasurable ride to the grave. Her vehicles are all luxury, but they cannot seat many passengers. She… — Stephen and Tiffany Domena Copy Share Image
“For fifteen years I have been intently studying earthly life. It is true I have not seen the earth nor men, but… — Anton Chekhov Copy Share Image
“ Why Roses Crave Thorns " Petals detach from a wilting bud—a single stem plucked before fully blossomed. They descend in hesitant… — Richelle E. Goodrich Copy Share Image
“Robert Frost at Eighty" I think there are poems greater and stranger than any I have known. I would like to find… — Peter Boyle Copy Share Image
“It is incomprehensible that he should want to have these futile people here, and still more incomprehensible that he should be able… — Pär Lagerkvist Copy Share Image
“ Endymion The rising moon has hid the stars; Her level rays, like golden bars, Lie on the landscape green, With shadows… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
“To the bankrupt poet, to the jilted lover, to anyone who yearns to elude the doubt within and the din without, the… — Jacob M. Appel Copy Share Image
“This summer, a lot of what I was teaching was against Bloom’s Anxiety of Influence , very broadly speaking, this anxiety of… — Tony Leuzzi Copy Share Image
“The Poetry of Love We see the world with the eyes of a small child. We visualize the beauty of the world… — Katerina Kostaki Copy Share Image
“One may, in a case of exigency, introduce the reader in to a nuptial chamber, not into a virginal chamber. Verse would… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“You can never rouse Harris. There is no poetry about Harris- no wild yearning for the unattainable. Harris never "weeps, he knows… — Jerome K. Jerome Copy Share Image
“Another time somebody gave a talk about poetry. He talked about the structure of the poem and the emotions that come with… — Richard P. Feynman Copy Share Image
“Maybe it begins the day you pledge allegiance, face the flag and suddenly clutch your left clavicle because you find a tender… — Marilyn Johnson Copy Share Image
“One young fellow pointed to another steamer in the distance, and said it was the Lady of the Lake, a United States… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“As the dawn loves the sunlight that must cease Ere dawn again may rise and pass in peace; Must die that she… — Algernon Charles Swinburne Copy Share Image
“Winter's last rain and a light I don't recognize through the trees and I come back in my mind to the man… — Bruce Weigl Copy Share Image
“Standing upright in the solitude of his room, he vowed that he would be the first poet of his race and bring… — Orlando Virginia Dalloway Copy Share Image
“Time Out To Cry © All alone at the end of the day The time, just a little past ten Evening has… — Shannen Wrass Copy Share Image
“…he is invariably a kind of super-size but unmistakably ‘classical’ neurotic, an aberrant who only occasionally, and never deeply, wishes to surrender… — J.D. Salinger Copy Share Image
“ Frida Kahlo to Marty McConnell leaving is not enough; you must stay gone. train your heart like a dog. change the… — Marty McConnell Copy Share Image
“A critic can call any poem 'doggerel.' That is no more than a slur. 'Doggerel' or 'maudlin' or 'sappy' or 'sentimental' is… — Jimmy Webb Copy Share Image
“But drunkenly, or secretly, we swore, Disciples of that astigmatic saint, That we would never leave the island Until we had put… — Derek Walcott Copy Share Image
“ Invitation to Eternity Say, wilt thou go with me, sweet maid, Say, maiden, wilt thou go with me Through the valley-depths… — John Clare Copy Share Image
“What poets, I cried aloud, as one does in the dusk, what poets they were! In a sort of jealousy, I suppose,… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
“Flow gently, sweet Afton, amang thy green braes, Flow gently, I'll sing thee a song in thy praise; My Mary's asleep by… — Robert Burns Copy Share Image
“I am alive to a usual objection to what is clearly part of my programme for the metier of poetry. The objection… — T.S. Eliot Copy Share Image
“In this mortal frame of mine which is made of a hundred bones and nine orifices there is something, and this something… — Bashō Matsuo Copy Share Image
“Darkness my beloved home, I return! I return, not whole, but damaged. Fatigued by quixotic tendencies, The prodigal has come back famished.… — Zubair Ahsan 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
“Prison Moon Four a.m. work duty and I begin my solitary trudge from outer compound to main building. A shivering guard, chilled… — Jorge Antonio Renaud Copy Share Image
“Unending Love I seem to have loved you in numberless forms, numberless times... In life after life, in age after age, forever.… — Rabindranath Tagore Copy Share Image
“How I'm rushing through this! How much each sentence in this brief story contains. "The stars are made of the same atoms… — Richard P. Feynman Copy Share Image
“As Sandy and his wife warmed to the tale, one tripping up another in their eagerness to tell everything, it gradually developed… — Margaret Oliphant Copy Share Image
“Nude Descending a Soapbox It was hard to take her seriously. The issues were real I know But so was the show… — Nancy Boutilier Copy Share Image
“I have heard ballads of great battles, and poems about the beauty of a charge and the grace of a leader. But… — Philippa Gregory Copy Share Image
“Ode to the Snuff Box This is a Gaelic poem in praise of a snuff box that was originally printed in 1780… — Michael Newton Copy Share Image
“The windows had been thrown open to the summer breezes, and as Brisbane pressed me down onto the bed, I smelled the… — Deanna Raybourn Copy Share Image
