I knew I was in the vicinity of a serious lesson, if not about how to live life, then at least how… — Sam Lipsyte Copy Share Image
Did the poet use red to symbolize blood? Anger? Lust? Or is the wheelbarrow simply red because red sounded better than black? — Jay Asher Copy Share Image
Everything at a distance turns into poetry; distant mountains, distant people, distant events; all become Romantic. — Novalis Copy Share Image
“A poet and a doctor. Maybe I could. This the first thought I have of it. Maybe I could.” — Elizabeth Wein Copy Share Image
“Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world Like a Colossus; and we petty men Walk under his huge legs, and peep… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Poetry can't give us the laws and institutions and representatives, the antidotes we need: only public activism by massive numbers of citizens… — Adrienne Rich Copy Share Image
“I know a beautiful soul when I feel one. The empath in me honors the authentic in you.” — Melody Lee Copy Share Image
“The same that oft-times hath charm'd magic casements, opening on the foam of perilous seas, in fairy lands forlorn.” — John Keats Copy Share Image
“For I have hedged me with a thorny hedge, I live alone, I look to die alone: Yet sometimes, when a wind… — Christina Rossetti Copy Share Image
“I don’t think Bible verses were meant to be thrown like grenades at each other. They were meant for us to use… — Bob Goff Copy Share Image
“Look, the trees are turning their own bodies into pillars of light, are giving off the rich fragrance of cinnamon and fulfillment,… — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
Sometimes I am puzzling over something for months and months and the poem gets created in small bursts and rewritten a hundred… — Sarah Kay Copy Share Image
'NewsHour' is very interested in poetry, but they're also interested in not just that something's cute to add on at the end… — Natasha Trethewey Copy Share Image
Once, I compared poetry to mothers in my book called To Write as a Woman, because my mother is someone who captures… — Kim Hyesoon Copy Share Image
“It was mid-May time, bringing with it weather not, perhaps, quite so blooming as that assumed to be natural to the month… — Thomas Hardy Copy Share Image
“By noon, silence arrives one last time, flowing into every space of her room. And before long, silence swallows sound and color… — Brenda Sutton Rose Copy Share Image
I thought, as I have my living to get, and have not eaten today, that I might go a- fishing. That's the… — Henry David Thoreau Copy Share Image
What was the function of poetry if not to improve the petty, cautious minds of evasive children? — Bharati Mukherjee Copy Share Image
“That year, we knew the sky existed because we believed in the storm, but we never saw the sky.” — Jorge Galán Copy Share Image
Nos beaux sentiments ne sont-ils pas les poe sies de la volonte ? Aren't our best feelings poetry of the will? — Honore de Balzac Copy Share Image
“Marxism, famously a cry of pain rather than a science, has had its poets, but so has every other major religious heresy.” — Harold Bloom Copy Share Image
“Well, one wearies of the Public Gardens: one wants a vacation Where trees and clouds and animals pay no notice; Away from… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
To practice your scales, so to speak, in order play the symphony, is what you have to do as a young poet. — Rita Dove Copy Share Image
Since nothing is absolute, there is no absolute silence, only an appearance of temporary peace. — Dejan Stojanovic Copy Share Image
“Love and memory and thought and dream ~ My favorite poems have never been written in words.” — Kij Johnson Copy Share Image
“God doesn't listen to me too, but people have their suspicions. सुनता तो रब हमारी भी नहीं, पर लोगों को अल्लाह पे शक बेशक है” — Vineet Raj Kapoor Copy Share Image
Genius, that power which constitutes a poet; that quality without which judgment is cold, and knowledge is inert; that energy which collects,… — Samuel Johnson Copy Share Image
“what is poetry, how can I even think of meter, metaphor, as you lie dying, swollen & agonized in your pretty gown” — Sandra M. Gilbert Copy Share Image
I write about whatever turns up. Every single day, I'm sitting down for three to five hours in the evenings wrestling away… — Felix Dennis Copy Share Image
Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the… — Dylan Thomas Copy Share Image
“the one who will jolt awake all the unwritten the unsung and the unlived in me. i am waiting for him.” — Sanober Khan Copy Share Image
My arms have mutinied against me brutes! My fingers fidget like ten idle brats, My back's been stiff for hours, damned hours.… — Wilfred Owen Copy Share Image
The first part of my name, Khalil Gibran, seems to be paying huge dividends in terms of the artistic life of the… — Khalil Gibran Muhammad Copy Share Image
I was working on the proof of one of my poems all the morning, and took out a comma. In the afternoon… — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
The poetic myths are dead; and the poetic image, which is the myth of the individual, reigns in their stead. — Cecil Day-Lewis Copy Share Image
America may have great poets and novelists, but she never will have more than one necromancer. — Rebecca Harding Davis 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
“How many ghosts must I always carry with me? How much more must I expand to accommodate?” — Chloë Rose Copy Share Image
“How to raise sons who respect women: Never give them the opportunity to see you disrespect yourself.” — Alfa H Copy Share Image
“No, thank you,” he flashed that grin of his. “I’ve been wondering what the lair of a poetry-inclined psychologist looks like.” — Gina Marinello-Sweeney Copy Share Image
