I was in Paris at an English-language bookstore. I picked up a volume of Dickinson's poetry. I came back to my hotel,… — Gordon Getty Copy Share Image
“Now the twelfth canto of Book II is an almost literal translation from Tasso description in the Jerusalem Delivered of the island… — Janet Spens Copy Share Image
One of the things that distinguishes poetry from ordinary speech is that in a very few number of words, poetry captures some… — Edward Hirsch Copy Share Image
“A snake bites your ankle. Recoiling, you scream. Fearing poison, your mind slips into a dream... ...where a man bites your ankle.… — Richelle E. Goodrich Copy Share Image
“To want to give to prose the rhythm of verse (but keeping it very much prose), and to want to write about… — Gustav Flaubert Copy Share Image
I see that you believe in love such as the poets and romancers have represented... The poets represent love as the sculptors… — Alfred de Musset Copy Share Image
“Colonizers write about flowers. I tell you about children throwing rocks at Israeli tanks seconds before becoming daisies. I want to be… — Noor Hindi Copy Share Image
Over all life broods Poesy, like the calm blue sky with its motherly, rebuking face. She is the great reformer, and where… — James Russell Lowell Copy Share Image
“special thanks to Martha Sharpe and everyone at Anansi; to Mandy Barber, for the use of her stunning visual art; to Karen… — Darren Wershler-Henry Copy Share Image
“You once told me You wanted to find Yourself in the world - And I told you to First apply within, To… — Suzy Kassem Copy Share Image
“Empty-page staring again tonight. It's maddening. I suppose people who don't write (like the Connollies) imagine anything that can be though can… — Philip Larkin Copy Share Image
“If it is bread that you seek, you will have bread, If it is the soul you seek, you will find the… — Brian Tracy Copy Share Image
“One probably hears about it. One, wire, recognizes. One holds her bones up next to each other. One insists, grinding the clutch.… — Jennifer Clarvoe Copy Share Image
“Also, and again I intend no offense, the most meaningful and often harrowing adventures which I and many like me have experienced… — Kurt Vonnegut Jr Copy Share Image
“But while we are confined to books, though the most select and classic, and read only particular written languages, which are themselves… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“I thought again about throwing language all over a scene, wondered if the emotional mystery of one's response to place doesn't lie… — Daniel Duane Copy Share Image
“Vergil preferred to give a few touches, and to allow the imagination of his readers to fill out the picture: that is… — Gilbert Highet Copy Share Image
“Nature, who has played so many queer tricks upon us, making us so unequally of clay and diamonds, of rainbow and granite,… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
“From this arid sphere every discourse and every poem sets forth; and every journey through forests, battles, treasures, banquets, bedchambers, brings us… — Italo Calvino Copy Share Image
“ The Tide Rises, The Tide Falls The tide rises, the tide falls, The twilight darkens, the curlew calls; Along the sea-sands… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Poetry is interesting because not everyone is going to become a great poet, but anyone can be, and anyone can enjoy poetry,… — Amanda Gorman Copy Share Image
“I always wanted you close. Never more than a heartbeat away. I used to think I wanted you most when I was… — Alfa H Copy Share Image
If you sit down to write a limerick, you find yourself straddling two histories: the history of the limerick form itself, which… — Michael Rosen Copy Share Image
Read poems to yourself in the middle of the night. Turn on a single lamp and read them while you're alone in… — Edward Hirsch Copy Share Image
“In his ordinary voice, so that she scarcely realized he was quoting poetry, he said: "'From far, from eve and morning, And… — E.M. Forster Copy Share Image
There's a lot of rage in my head. I like the friction that means there is nothing relaxing about writing a poem.… — Alice Oswald Copy Share Image
“A kite is a victim you are sure of. You love it because it pulls gentle enough to call you master, strong… — Leonard Cohen Copy Share Image
In literature, questions of fact or truth are subordinated to the primary literary aims of producing a structure of words for its… — Northrop Frye Copy Share Image
My heart is in chains,though still beating. My spirit is caged, though still flaming. My mind has been captured, though is still… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
My wife has a beastly habit of comparing poetry -- all literature in fact -- to the droppings of the goats among… — D. H. Lawrence Copy Share Image
I think that what I learned then, I didn't know I was learning. I just knew that I was very privileged to… — Bernardo Bertolucci Copy Share Image
“In America the magazines in which one can frequently publish stories or poems about Negroes are very few, and most of these… — Langston Hughes Copy Share Image
“ Sonnet I am no stranger in the house of pain; I am familiar with its every part, From the low stile,… — Robert Nathan Copy Share Image
“Amé, fuí amado, el sol acarició mi faz. ¡Vida, nada me debes! ¡Vida, estamos en paz! I loved, I was loved, the… — Amado Nervo Copy Share Image
“I am a poet. I am very fond of bananas. I am bananas. I am very fond of a poet. I am… — Wendy Cope Copy Share Image
And once I knew a meditative rose That never raised its head from bowing down, Yet drew its inspiration from the stars.… — Henry Abbey Copy Share Image
I am blessed again, to hear the rain. Its tin-roof chatter, drums terrain While droplets pepper windowpanes. Between such bouts, life breathes… — Aisha Copy Share Image
The poet will write for his peers alone. He will remember only that he saw truth and beauty from his position, and… — Henry David Thoreau Copy Share Image
“Why did you come? Oh, I know what you are going to say. You felt that, cost what it might, you had… — Wodehouse Copy Share Image
I was interested in all kinds of things, whether it be Avatar, Mad Men, Troy, 300, Battlestar Gallactica, or the poems of… — Daniel Mendelsohn Copy Share Image
