Poetry Quote by Jean Toomer Download Open image ““Night winds in Georgia are vagrant poets, whispering.”” — Jean Toomer ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 2.7 out of 5 (3 ratings) Copy quoteShare Poetry
“Georgia had felt the colours and the rain, but she would not miss here. And there was something lost. The now-ness of things. It… — Diana Evans Copy Share Image
“Remember, a stranger once told you that the breeze here is something worth writing poems about.” — Shinji Moon Copy Share Image
“The whisper of the wind through the grass speaks to my soul, revealing life's truths more deeply than the clamour of my thoughts.” — Bhuwan Thapaliya Copy Share Image
“Shall the nightingale offend the stillness of the night, or the firefly the stars? And shall your flame or your smoke burden the wind?” — Kahlil Gibran Copy Share Image
“The night before, I'd gone overboard with my Lila poems, and maybe it's true that I was hoping that in them he'd see the… — Beth Kephart Copy Share Image
“There's something to walking with autumnal thoughts through the evening fog. One likes to compose poems at a time like that.” — Hermann Hesse Copy Share Image
“When, on a summer evening, the melodious sky growls like a tawny lion, and everyone is complaining of the storm, it is the memory… — Marcel Proust Copy Share Image
“In the wind that ruffles through the trees I can find thoughts of you whispering to me” — Richard L. Ratliff Copy Share Image
“Wind now Sweeping over my Bare Back I wish I could wrap up the glitter star-green of this moment and hand it to you like an angel gift. Give you the heat lightning flying in jagged silence over the distant mountains. And the smell of September prairie grass and the even fainter scent of October pine now descending . .… — Carew Papritz Copy Share
“The wind I hear it sighing, with autumn's saddest sound; withered leaves all thick are lying, as spring-flowers on the ground. This dark night… — Emily Brontë Copy Share Image
“Poetry is the whispering of a truth by the shouting of the best possible lies” — Oscar Sparrow Copy Share Image
“Happy, Muriel? No, not happy. Your aim is wrong. There is no such thing as happiness. Life bends joy and pain, beauty and ugliness,… — Jean Toomer Copy Share Image
We never know we are beings till we love. And then it is we know the powers and potentialities of human existence. — Jean Toomer Copy Share Image
Dripping rain like golden honey- And the sweet earth flying from the thunder — Jean Toomer Copy Share
“Dusk, suggesting the almost imperceptible posession of giant trees, settled with a purple haze about the cane. I felt strange, as I always do… — Jean Toomer Copy Share Image
“Her Lips Are Copper Wire” whisper of yellow globes gleaming on lamp posts that sway like bootleg licker drinkers in the fog and let your breath be moist against me like bright beads on yellow globes telephone the power-house that the main wires are insulate (her words play up and down dewy corridors of billboards) then with your tongue remove… — Jean Toomer Copy Share
It takes a well-spent lifetime, and perhaps more, to crystalize in us that for which we exist. — Jean Toomer Copy Share Image
Thunder blossoms gorgeously above our heads, Great, hollow, bell-like flowers — Jean Toomer Copy Share Image
The name Phenomenal Woman was inspired by Maya Angelo, who wrote 'Phenomenal Woman', a favorite poem of mine. — Meena Harris Copy Share Image
A poet is wounded into speech, and he examines these wounds, meticulously, to discover how to heal them. The bad poet harangues at the… — Samuel R. Delany Copy Share Image
The poetry from the eighteenth century was prose; the prose from the seventeenth century was poetry. — David Hare Copy Share Image
“It took me years to learn to sit at my desk for more than two minutes at a time, to put up with the solitude and the terror of failure, and the godawful silence and the white paper. And now that I can take it . . . now that I can finally do it . . . I'm really… — Erica Jong Copy Share
The word 'mundane' has come to mean 'boring' and 'dull', and it really shouldn't - it should mean the opposite. Because it comes from… — Richard Dawkins Copy Share Image
“In the streets, the children scream, the lovers cried, and the poets dreamed,” he crooned, putting down the metal grill tongs to take my… — Alexandria Clarke Copy Share Image
Some minds corrode and grow inactive under the loss of personal liberty; others grow morbid and irritable; but it is the nature of the… — Washington Irving Copy Share Image
You don’t read or overhear the voice in the poem, you are the voice in the poem. — Helen Vendler Copy Share Image
All lyrical work must, as a whole, be perfectly intelligible, but in some particulars a little unintelligible. — Johann Wolfgang von Goethe Copy Share Image
The world's history is a divine poem, of which the history of every nation is a canto, and every man a word. Its strains have been pealing along down the centuries, and though there have been mingled the discords of warring cannon and dying men, yet to the Christian philosopher and historian - the humble listener - there has been… — James A. Garfield Copy Share
