Although I am losing my Soviet citizenship, I do not cease to be a Russian poet. — Joseph Brodsky Copy Share Image
If language had been the creation not of poetry but of logic, we should only have one. — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Poetry is not a silent art. The poem must perform, unaided, in its reader’s head. — Christopher Logue Copy Share Image
“She appears quiet and subdued. The paradox: Raging storms twirl inside her.” — Melody Lee Copy Share Image
“She loved to read her old poems. They are like photographs, she thought. There’s so much evidence of me.” — Leopoldine Core Copy Share Image
“For the poet, the world is word. Words. Not that precisely. Precisely: the world and words fuck each other.” — Kathy Acker Copy Share Image
“LEASE Life Ends And Session Expires Kamil Ali - Poem, The Balance' - Profound Vers-A-Tales” — Kamil Ali Copy Share Image
“As Henry Moore carved or modelled his sculpture every day, he strove to surpass Donatello 4. and failed, but woke the next… — Donald Hall Copy Share Image
While most know the young Stalin was a seminarian, few realize that he was also a Georgian patriot, a published romantic poet. — Simon Sebag Montefiore Copy Share Image
“She fondled, cradled, pacified and hushed the wounded heart to slumber by constantly saying, It’s over. He’s not coming back.” — Ruqayya Shaheed Khan Copy Share Image
Poetry's medium is not merely light as air, it is air: vital and deep as ordinary breath. — Robert Pinsky Copy Share Image
“[Short Talk on the Sensation of Airplane Takeoff] Well you know I wonder, it could be love running toward my life with… — Anne Carson Copy Share Image
By the age of nine I had a thorough knowledge of contemporary Polish literature as well as of foreign literature in Polish… — Wladyslaw Stanislaw Reymont Copy Share Image
“...after I published a paper showing that suicidal poets used pronouns differently from non-suicidal poets, a slightly inebriated poet threatened me with… — James W. Pennebaker Copy Share Image
“You are my brother and I love you. I love you worshipping in your church, kneeling in your temple, and praying in… — Kahlil Gibran Copy Share Image
As a direct line to human feeling, empathic experience, genuine language and detail, poetry is everything that headline news is not. It… — Naomi Shihab Nye Copy Share Image
The first time I ever performed spoken word poetry in front of a big crowd, it totally failed. It ended, people barely… — Phil Kay Copy Share Image
“A poet makes himself a visionary through a long, boundless, and systematized disorganization of all the senses. All forms of love, of… — Arthur Rimbaud Copy Share Image
Since a true knowledge of nature gives us pleasure, a lively imitation of it, either in poetry or painting, must produce a… — John Dryden Copy Share Image
Some poems are for holidays only. They are polished and sweet, but it is the sweetness of sugar, and not such as… — Henry David Thoreau Copy Share Image
I still believe in the need for guitars and drums and desperate poetry. — Frank Turner Copy Share Image
“trying to translate into a language that's known a poem writ in the language of stone” — Kenneth White Copy Share Image
Poetry is a type-font design for an alphabet of fun, hate, love, death. — Carl Sandburg Copy Share Image
“an English girl might well believe that time is how you spend your love.” — Nick Laird Copy Share Image
...it will not always happen that the success of a poet is proportionate to his labor. — Samuel Johnson Copy Share Image
Gender is the poetry each of us makes out of the language we are taught. — Leslie Feinberg Copy Share Image
To name oneself is the first act of both the poet and the revolutionary. — Erica Jong Copy Share Image
“He sighed. “But I’ve never been crazy about those ‘wait on God’ verses.” — Kim Cash Tate Copy Share Image
Pain is filtered in a poem so that it becomes finally, in the end, pleasure. — Mark Strand Copy Share Image
You snipe so steady, you snub so snide, so rip and ready to diminish and deride. — Joni Mitchell Copy Share Image
“She seemed to have apprehended all of the composer's coldness and none of his poetry.” — Kate Chopin Copy Share Image