Cracked Quote by Bob Dylan

“Through the mad mystic hammering of the wild ripping hail the sky cracked its poems in naked wonder, that the clinging of the church…

— Bob Dylan

in the street of the sky night walks scattering poems

— Anonymous

“You stand there, braced. Cloud shadows race back over the buff rock stacks as a projected film, casting a queasy, mottled ground rash. The…

— Annie Proulx

...the wonderful poems interpreting with equal magic the romance of strange lands and times, or the modern soul, naked and unashamed, as if clothed…

— Israel Zangwill

Poetry a riprap on the slick rock of metaphysics

— Gary Snyder

“You stand there, braced. Cloud shadows race over the buff rock stacks as a projected film, casting a queasy, mottled ground rash. The air…

— Annie Proulx

One naked star has waded through The purple shallows of the night, And faltering as falls the dew It drips its misty light.

— James Whitcomb Riley

Poetry is the mysticism of mankind.

— Henry David Thoreau

“She said, “‘I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked…’” She parted the curtains, looked out at the…

— Marcus Sakey

“Every feeling I ever knew was up in that sky: Twinkling joyous sunlight; airy, giggling cloud wisps; blinding columns of sun. Orbs of gold,…

— Maria Semple

I don't understand the whole thrilling verse, but I love the way poetry turns ordinary words into winged things that rise up and soar!

— Margarita Engle

“There, peeping among the cloud-wrack above a dark tor high up in the mountains, Sam saw a white star twinkle for a while. The…

— J.R.R. Tolkien