“The poets carry feelings, delivering desires and dispatching dreams. Even if sometimes they need pack some sorrows, distill several disappointments and filter… — Juliano Alves Copy Share Image
I have always made my own rules, in poetry as in life - though I have tried of late to cooperate more… — Anne Stevenson Copy Share Image
The competition for the future of crime fiction is fierce, as it should be, but don't take your eyes off Craig McDonald.… — Laura Lippman Copy Share Image
“A rural Venus, Selah rises from the gold foliage of the Sixhiboux River, sweeps petals of water from her skin. At once,… — George Elliott Clarke Copy Share Image
“Don't tell anyone I'm a poet; they might want me to write a book. Don't tell 'em I can sing, or they'd… — L. Frank Baum Copy Share Image
“At the time it didn’t mean much, but now, at this age, I’ve finally experienced what the poet felt. The deep sense… — Haruki Murakami Copy Share Image
“And sometimes words become objects of interest in themselves. Suddenly we notice them. We see and hear them the way poets do,… — Marilyn Chandler McEntyre Copy Share Image
“[We] all need more than anything else to know human nature, to know the needs of the human soul; and they will… — Theodore Roosevelt Copy Share Image
“A poet is simply an artist whose medium is human emotions. A poet chisels away at our own sensibilities, shaping our vision… — Richelle E. Goodrich Copy Share Image
“The light poured through the windows upon his photographs and the poem of us sitting together a last time. Robert dying: creating… — Patti Smith Copy Share Image
Rhythms and sounds are often the first thing I hear and want in a poem, so I can't imagine trying to translate… — Joan Larkin Copy Share Image
“The hours I spent in this anachronistic, bibliophile, Anglophile retreat were in surreal contrast to the shrieking horror show that was being… — Christopher Hitchens Copy Share Image
“I was left with a scar. I think telling stories is a way of putting a scar into words. Since not all… — Brenda Lozano Copy Share Image
“I wanted to shove her away, thinking of my job, of headlines, of how this kind of comfort was outside the behavioral… — BJ Ward Copy Share Image
'Love' is so short of perfect rhymes that convention allows half-rhymes like 'move.' The alternative is a plague of doves, or a… — James Fenton Copy Share Image
Imagination is the supreme endowment of the poet and romanticist. It is a kind of second sight, which conveys the owner of… — Marie Corelli Copy Share Image
“What did you think?' I blurted out, heat rushing to my cheeks. 'Of what?' 'My writing.' 'Oh,'Ford said. He looked at me… — Amy Greene Copy Share Image
“Snow harder! Snow more! Snow blizzards galore! I can’t get enough Of the fluffy white stuff! Snow! Snow! Snow! Snow a ton!… — Paul Kortepeter Copy Share Image
“One day you meet someone and for some inexplicable reason, you feel more connected to this stranger than anyone else--closer to them… — Lang Leav Copy Share Image
Nothing in the world can be compared to the human face. It is a land one can never tire of exploring. There… — Carl Theodor Dreyer Copy Share Image
There is a formal poetry perfect only in form?the number of syllables, the designated and required stresses of accent, the rhymes if… — Carl Sandburg Copy Share Image
It has as much to do with the energy released by linguistic fission and fusion, with the buoyancy generated by cadence and… — Seamus Heaney Copy Share Image
“The idea behind verses about the sealing of hearts appears to be the psychological law that if a person once does a… — Fazlur Rahman Copy Share Image
“All he did was breathe life into my soul. I was a conquest. An easy one, and you don't know how badly… — Alfa H Copy Share Image
“The poet discovers that what men value as substances have a higher value as symbols; that Nature is the immense shadow of… — Ralph Waldo Emerson Copy Share Image
“[On Jason Mashak's book SALTY AS A LIP, as reviewed in The Prague Post:] Mashak amalgamates various national, historical and religious traditions… — Stephan Delbos Copy Share Image
'Alone with my thoughts and then ... I think. I think I should fight and beat my anxiety.My anxieties, sometimes we succeed,… — Andrew Guzaldo Copy Share Image
“I like the posture, but not the yoga. I like the inebriated morning, but not the opium. I like the flower but… — Roman Payne Copy Share Image
One of the things called forth by the Imagist movement in poetry was neatness; and when we say keenness, we mean neatness.… — Eli Siegel Copy Share Image
I thought that I wasn't an essayist because I just didn't see myself in a lot of the essays that were popular… — John D'Agata Copy Share Image
“poet Harold Hart Crane #203 on top 500 poets Poet's Page Poems Comments Stats E-Books Biography Videos Share on Facebook Share on… — Harold Hart Crane Copy Share Image
“This light represents the finest of all of us: Our art, poetry and songs, discoveries, creations, and science. Our ability to pick… — Ruth Ann Oskolkoff Copy Share Image
While it is unlikely that poetry or art shall eliminate the reality of war in the twenty-first century, it is thrilling to… — Aberjhani Copy Share Image
Thomas Davis was a great man where poetry is concerned, and a better than Thomas Moore. All over Ireland his poetry is,… — Lady Gregory Copy Share Image
“First, Genesis 1:29–3015 teaches that man and animals were originally vegetarian (before Adam’s sin). How do we know this for sure? Humans… — Ken Ham Copy Share Image
What a conception of art must those theorists have who exclude portraits from the proper province of the fine arts! It is… — August Wilhelm von Schlegel Copy Share Image
Plato found fault that the poets of his time filled the world with wrong opinions of the gods, making light tales of… — Philip Sidney Copy Share Image
I went to visit a friend of mine, a writer name Troy Seal, a songwriting fool. He's had a ton of hits.… — Donnie Fritts Copy Share Image
Poetry is the most direct and simple means of expressing oneself in words: the most primitive nations have poetry, but only quitewell… — Northrop Frye Copy Share Image
“Ye who have laid your love to rest, And wept above their lifeless clay, Know not the anguish of that breast, Whose… — Anonymous Copy Share Image