“And the poet says that by starlight You come seeking, in the night, the flowers that you picked And that he has… — Arthur Rimbaud Copy Share Image
A song doesn't happen as a whole verse; it happens linearly, line by line, almost word by word, phrase by phrase. And… — Robert Hunter Copy Share Image
People who attack biography choose as their models vulgar and offensive biography. You could equally attack novels or poems by choosing bad… — Claire Tomalin Copy Share Image
“God opposes the proud, but gives grace to the humble.” For those of us who nurture a win-at-any-cost mentality, this verse should… — Francis Chan Copy Share Image
I want to be able to touch every part of our community with poetry. — Clinton D. Powell Copy Share Image
“Have you ever wondered What happens to all the poems people write? The poems they never let anyone else read? Perhaps they… — Shaun Tan Copy Share Image
He continued on, on to the glacier, towards the dawn, from ridge to ridge, in deep, new-fallen snow, paying no heed to… — Halldór Laxness Copy Share Image
“It's easy to hide behind a smile, that's why it is so important to search instead inside the eyes.” — Melody Lee Copy Share Image
Poetry can open locked chambers of possibiity, restore numbed zones to feeling, recharge desire. — Adrienne Rich Copy Share Image
“She took the sea with her Not beaches but the grey relentless Irish sea, its rhythm and the crying gulls.” — Caroline Davies Copy Share Image
To name an object is to deprive a poem of three-fourths of its pleasure, which consists in a little-by-little guessing game; the… — Wallace Stevens Copy Share Image
“She told me her father taught her to live life way beyond the cusp of it, way out in the outer reaches… — Marisha Pessl Copy Share Image
We've all led raucous lives, some of them inside, some of them out. But only the poem you leave behind is what's… — Charles Wright Copy Share Image
“There is a monstrous garden in the sky Nightly they sow it fresh. Nightly it springs, Luridly splendid, towards the moon on… — Margery Lawrence Copy Share Image
I am glad it cannot happen twice, the fever of first love. For it is a fever, and a burden, too, whatever… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“The baby chattered constantly, asked for the names of plants and animals, made up nonsense poems that Larch strained to hear, for… — Kristin Cashore Copy Share Image
“And then I feel the sun itself as it blazes over the hills, like a million flowers on fire -- clearly I'm… — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
“Where you find Truth Is where you find your reflection And where you find your reflection Is where you find love And… — Suzy Kassem Copy Share Image
“Yes, it is wonderful to be alive! Indeed, the Bottle inwardly sang of all this, as do young poets, who frequently also… — hans christian andersen Copy Share Image
“Lie beside me, oh my beloved! For thy thorns are more pleasurable than the petals of the world. Hold me in thy… — Faraaz Kazi Copy Share Image
