Imagination in a poet is a faculty so wild and lawless that, like a high ranging spaniel, it must have clogs tied… — John Dryden Copy Share Image
“And while he compared all these things which he was seeing with his eyes to the mental pictures he had painted of… — Hermann Hesse Copy Share Image
Look at Allen Ginsberg. In poems like 'Kaddish' and 'Howl,' you can hear a cantor between the lines. It's fully alive, and… — Derek Walcott Copy Share Image
Sunlight 's a thing that needs a window Before it enter a dark room. Windows don't happen." So two old poets, Hunched… — R. S. Thomas Copy Share Image
“...Nature becomes your teacher, and from her you will learn what is beautiful and who you are and what is your special… — Stephen Graham Copy Share Image
I'm very fortunate in that my parents are artists. My mom is a brilliant poet... She still is a great visual artist.… — Ari Aster Copy Share Image
“At the height of the Cultural Revolution, rather than risk having to face dire consequences for his accumulated writings, he burned several… — Gao Xingjian Copy Share Image
When you think intensely and beautifully, something happens. That something is called poetry. If you think that way and speak at the… — Robert Bringhurst Copy Share Image
“For my part, I love to give myself up to the illusion of poetry. A hero of fiction that never existed is… — Washington Irving Copy Share Image
“I was not prepared: sunset, end of summer. Demonstrations of time as a continuum, as something coming to an end, not a… — Louise Glück Copy Share Image
As anyone who has the slightest knowledge of my work knows, I have little in common with Larkin, who was tall, taciturn… — Carol Ann Duffy Copy Share Image
Does a firm persuasion that a thing is so, make it so?" He replied, "All poets believe it does. And in ages… — William Blake Copy Share Image
“HIS chosen comrades thought at school He must grow a famous man; He thought the same and lived by rule, All his… — W.B. Yeats Copy Share Image
“In the great snowfall before the bomb" In the great snowfall before the bomb colored yule tree lights windows, the only glow… — Lorine Niedecker Copy Share Image
“This is the gift of humanity: that it is claimed by the self. None of us...are human unless and until we claim… — Kij Johnson Copy Share Image
Laymen learn to read photographs the way they do headlines, skipping over them quickly to get the gist of what is being… — Howard S. Becker Copy Share Image
Part of the triumph of modernist poetry is, indeed, to have demonstrated the great extent to which verse can do without explicit… — Clement Greenberg Copy Share Image
My falling in love with spoken word poetry definitely came out of that time period where all the adults around me were… — Sarah Kay Copy Share Image
Glorious, stirring sight!" murmured Toad. . . . "The poetry of motion! The real way to travel! The only way to travel!… — Kenneth Grahame Copy Share Image
I'm now making myself as scummy as I can. Why? I want to be a poet, and I'm working at turning myself… — Arthur Rimbaud Copy Share Image
“Thus the sons of earth now drink in The fire of heaven without danger. And it is our duty, poets, to stand… — Friedrich Hölderlin Copy Share Image
This summer-sweet night is only one minute upon one minute upon another Beautiful cacophony, sugar upon lips, dancing to exhaustion I thought… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
Common would come to my house and give me a freestyle verse. I'd make a new beat for it and put it… — Clinton Sparks Copy Share Image
“Our lips were for each other and our eyes were full of dreams. We knew nothing of travel and we knew nothing… — Roman Payne Copy Share Image
Distinctly American poetry is usually written in the context of one's geographic landscape, sometimes out of one's cultural myths, and often with… — Diane Wakoski Copy Share Image
“I can't believe how many students don't read. They want to be writers, but they haven't read anything at all. They have… — Luis Alberto Urrea Copy Share Image
“FRANK: Do you know Yeats? RITA: The wine lodge? FRANK: No, WB Yeats, the poet. RITA: No. FRANK: Well, in his poem… — Willy Russell Copy Share Image
“The Winter Miles The roads of solitude grow whiter, And stones beneath us paler, While the green fades completely — Ahead of us. Grey is… — Laura Chouette Copy Share Image
“I think of thee!—-my thoughts do twine and bud About thee, as wild vines, about a tree, Put out broad leaves, and… — Elizabeth Barrett Browning Copy Share Image
“Dust dances in the light like tiny ghosts of stories. I open a yellowed page— your handwriting from another lifetime. The shopkeeper… — Avijeet Das Copy Share Image
“I think, maybe, I fell in love with your patterns and inconsistencies, like the way you squeak in your sleep. And the… — Charlotte Scott Copy Share Image
“But I being fond of true philosophy, Say very often to myself, 'Alas! All things that have been born were born to… — George Gordon Byron Copy Share Image
I have never received full credit from the SPLA [Sudanese People's Liberation Army], because the men are very sexist and feel that… — Kola Boof Copy Share Image
I am in the middle of it: chaos and poetry; poetry and love and again, complete chaos. Pain, disorder, occasional clarity; and… — Anna Akhmatova Copy Share Image
For a young and presumptuous poet a disposition to write satires is one of the most dangerous he can encourage. It tempts… — Robert Southey Copy Share Image
When we are alone on a starlit night, when by chance we see the migrating birds in autumn descending on a grove… — Thomas Merton Copy Share Image
“ The Arrow and the Song I shot an arrow into the air, It fell to earth, I knew not where; For,… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
“Besides intercourse (when the Image-repertoire goes to the devil), there is that other embrace, which is a motionless cradling: we are enchanted,… — Roland Barthes Copy Share Image
“I wasn’t reading poetry because my aim was to work my way through English Literature in Prose A–Z. But this was different.… — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
If Painting be Poetry's sister, she can only be a sister Anne, who will see nothing but a flock of sheep, while… — Augustus William Hare Copy Share Image