“The tiger has swallowed a black sun. In his cold cage he carries it still. Black flames flicker through his fur. Black rays roar from the centers of his eyes.” — Valerie Worth Copy Share Image
Never forget that the subject is as important as your feeling; the mud puddle itself is as important as your pleasure in looking at… — Valerie Worth Copy Share Image
“The sun Is a leaping fire Too hot To go near, But it will still Lie down In warm yellow squares On the floor… — Valerie Worth Copy Share Image
“The tiger has swallowed a black sun. In his cold cage he carries it still. Black flames flicker through his fur. Black rays roar… — Valerie Worth Copy Share Image
Never let the mud puddle get lost in the poetry because, in many ways, the mud puddle is the poetry. — Valerie Worth Copy Share Image
One good way to start writing poetry is to read all kinds of poetry: not just in order to imitate but to fill up… — Valerie Worth Copy Share Image
