Bright star Quote by John Keats Download Open image “If poetry does not come as naturally as leaves to a tree, then it better not come at all.” — John Keats ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 2.6 out of 5 (8 ratings) Copy quoteShare Bright star Doe Ifs Inspirational Learning Poetry Tree Trees
“If poetry comes not as naturally as the leaves to a tree it had better not come at all.” — John Keats Copy Share Image
Poetry is a tree with very deep roots and while there may be excitement about this or that new little branch, you're not going… — Joan Larkin Copy Share Image
From seed to tree I grew so tall, through wind and rain I could not fall. But now my branches suffer and my leaves… — The Beach Boys Copy Share Image
I would come to understand there is no poem separable from its source. I began to see that poems are not just an individual… — Eavan Boland Copy Share Image
Poetry isn't just different from prose, it's more important for the human species. — Joseph Brodsky Copy Share Image
Poetry is as necessary to comprehension as science. It is as impossible to live without reverence as it is without joy. — Henry Beston Copy Share Image
Poetry has roots, but they are sometimes cut off and still poetry is written. — Shirley Geok-lin Lim Copy Share Image
You will not find poetry anywhere unless you bring some of it with you. — Joseph Joubert Copy Share Image
A thing of beauty is a joy for ever;It's loveliness increase;it will never pass into nothingness;but still will keep a bower quiet for us,and… — John Keats Copy Share Image
There was an awful rainbow once in heaven: We know her woof, her texture; she is given In the dull catalogue of common things.… — John Keats Copy Share Image
“I was never afraid of failure; for I would sooner fail than not be among the greatest.” — John Keats Copy Share Image
Thou wast not born for death, immortal bird! No hungry generations tread thee down; The voice I hear this passing night was heard In… — John Keats Copy Share Image
Deep in the shady sadness of a vale Far sunken from the healthy breath of morn, Far from the fiery noon and eve's one… — John Keats Copy Share Image
I have been astonished that men could die martyrs for their religion - I have shudder'd at it. I shudder no more. I could… — John Keats Copy Share Image
Dance and Provencal song and sunburnt mirth! On for a beaker full of the warm South, Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene! With… — John Keats Copy Share Image
Many have original minds who do not think it - they are led away by custom! — John Keats Copy Share Image
“Another uplifting development was Amy’s recovery from her ordeal. Loretta could scarcely believe how quickly the child was regaining her former gaiety, and she… — Catherine Anderson Copy Share Image
Wake up Ethiopia! Wake up Africa! Let us work towards the one glorious end of a free, redeemed and mighty nation. Let Africa be… — Marcus Garvey Copy Share Image
So you used to know everything?" She wrinkled her nose. "Everybody did. I told you. It's nothing special, knowing how things work. And you… — Neil Gaiman Copy Share Image
Each night the black sky and the bright stars were my stunning companions; occasionally Id see their beauty and solemnity so plainly that I'd… — Cheryl Strayed Copy Share Image
“Hunter, I have no brothers. You are my brother. My wife is dead. My child is dead. My parents are dead. Must I lose… — Catherine Anderson Copy Share Image
“This Comanche has no wish for a herd of wives. One is sure enough plenty trouble.” “Are you saying I make your life miserable?… — Catherine Anderson Copy Share Image
“And while the other creatures on all fours Look downwards, man was made to hold his head Erect in majesty and see the sky,… — A. D. Melville Copy Share Image
You are always new. THe last of your kisses was ever the sweetest; the last smile the brightest; the last movement the gracefullest. When… — John Keats Copy Share Image
Needle and thread flesh and bone Spit and sinew, heartbreak is home. Your suture lines, they sparkle like diamonds Bright stars to light my… — Gayle Forman Copy Share Image
“Hopeful dreams - even where crack kings’ and dope fiends feast. Dust from the ash and rubble; they shine like bright stars once the… — T.F. Hodge Copy Share Image