What writing a poem really does - and what figuring how to perform effectively really does - is forces people to listen… — Daveed Diggs Copy Share Image
When I was a boy, I choked on a piece of candy outside the kitchen window for a few minutes while watching… — Zachary Schomburg Copy Share Image
I started writing little short stories and poems as soon as I learned to read and write. I think I was six… — Lucinda Williams Copy Share Image
“And so ended his affection," said Elizabeth impatiently. "There has been many a one, I fancy, overcome in the same way. I… — Jane Austen Copy Share Image
“The prompt didn’t help me much, since all poems were difficult for me to write. They were like mirrors you held up… — Brittany Cavallaro Copy Share Image
“Ko hodiš, pojdi zmeraj do konca. Spomladi do rožne cvetice, poleti do zrele pšenice, jeseni do polne police, pozimi do snežne kraljice,… — Tone Pavček Copy Share Image
“Widespread criticisms of jihad in Islam and the so-called sword verses in the Quran have unearthed for fair-minded Christians difficult questions about… — Stephen Prothero Copy Share Image
I began to write in an enclosed, self-confident literary culture. The poet's life stood in a burnished light in the Ireland of… — Eavan Boland Copy Share Image
“This is how I desire God on this island With you today: basic and blue As the sea that softens our feet… — Marjorie M. Evasco Copy Share Image
“Does it hurt?' I nodded. 'You know Sekou Sundiata, in a poem, he said the most important part of the body 'ain't… — John Green Copy Share Image
“Practicing an art, no matter how well or badly, is a way to make your soul grow, for heaven's sakes. Now, I… — Kurt Vonnegut, Jr Copy Share Image
Our emotions are ever-changing and infinitely varied, but the words with which we describe them are fixed and rigid. Our life is… — Laura Huxley Copy Share Image
The etymologist finds the deadest word to have been once a brilliant picture. Language is fossil poetry. As the limestone of the… — Ralph Waldo Emerson Copy Share Image
I think happy, companionate marriages between men and women who respect each other (as far as is consistent with being actual human… — Delia Sherman Copy Share Image
I think tension between the intimate and the vast is at the heart of every poem by any poet, though of course… — Tracy K. Smith Copy Share Image
“To my knowledge, no one in or out of the field has ever been able to cite a game worthy of comparison… — Roger Ebert Copy Share Image
Actually I'd always thought he sat in the library with a slim volume of metaphysical poetry until the commissioner called him on… — Ben Aaronovitch Copy Share Image
Poetry is a way of being alone without feeling alone. It allows you to experience another mind, I suppose. And it does… — Nick Laird Copy Share Image
“Yet deep inside I know that I'm truly blessed that I was loved by someone like you. I'll always love you my… — Chimnese Davids Copy Share Image
If a serious statement is defined as one that may be made in terms of waking life, poetry will never rise to… — Johan Huizinga Copy Share Image
It may very well be that we have entered another time when most poets will feel compelled to use poetry to stop… — Matthew Zapruder Copy Share Image
“They went forth to battle, but they always fell; Their eyes were fixed above the sullen shields; Nobly they fought and bravely,… — Shaemus O'Sheel Copy Share Image
“Literature simulates life. A novel is a story of what never was, and a play is a novel without narration. A poem… — Fernando Pessoa Copy Share Image
“The ruinous deeds of the ravaging foe (Beowulf) The best-known long text in Old English is the epic poem Beowulf. Beowulf himself… — Ronald Carter Copy Share Image
“And now, let us go out on the terrace where 'droops the milk-white peacock like a ghost,' while the evening star 'washes… — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
“And victory, joy, wild hope, and swelling certitude and tenderness surged through the conduits of our blood as we heard that drunken… — Thomas Wolfe Copy Share Image
“The text, in its mass, is comparable to a sky, at once flat and smooth, deep, without edges and without landmarks; like… — Roland Barthes Copy Share Image
Poets may boast (as safely-vain) Their work shall with the world remain: Both bound together, live, or die, The verses and the… — Edmund Waller Copy Share Image
Be not so set upon poetry, as to be always poring on the passionate and measured pages. Let not what should be… — Cotton Mather Copy Share Image
“Happy the man...with a natural gift for practising the right one [art] from the start-- poetry, say, or fishing; whose nights are… — Seamus Heaney Copy Share Image
“Cannery Row in Monterey in California is a poem, a stink, a grating noise, a quality of light, a tone, a habit,… — John Steinbeck Copy Share Image
“Every mother should be a true artist, who knows how to weave into her child's life images of grace and beauty, the… — Frances Ellen Watkins Harper Copy Share Image
I know there's some poetry that sort of sounds like daisies, but most of the good poetry is also [political], you can… — Toni Morrison Copy Share Image
“Leaning into the afternoons I cast my sad nets towards your oceanic eyes. There in the highest blaze my solitude lengthens and… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
“Reanimated, spirit restored, reincorporated, body restored, I contemplate between dreams the scene I’ve stolen like the one who took fire, like the… — Pura López-Colomé Copy Share Image
“The maiden with her wheel of old Sat by the fire to spin, While lightly through her careful hold The flax slid… — Madeline S. Bridges Copy Share Image
“Utensil While feasting On venison stew After we buried my mother, I recognized my spoon And realized my family Had been using… — Sherman Alexie Copy Share Image
Ultimately you're trying to reach across and find some other person, some other human warmth. But it is, especially in written poetry,… — Edward Hirsch Copy Share Image
If you have so earth-creeping a mind that it cannot lift itself up to look to the sky of poetry... thus much… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“In an old family album Ever again you return, Melancholy, O meekness of the solitary soul. A golden day glows and expires.… — Anonymous Copy Share Image