Confessional-poetry Quote by Robert Lowell Download Open image ““Yet why not say what happened?”” — Robert Lowell ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 2.5 out of 5 (3 ratings) Copy quoteShare Confessional-poetry
“Because there's nothing for me to tell. You didn't do anything, right?” — Kinoko Nasu Copy Share Image
“I don't know what to say. I hate that. I wish I had all the answers for you. I wish I could explain why… — Katie Kacvinsky Copy Share Image
“Typically, I didn't know what to say so I didn't say anything.” — Benjamin Alire Sáenz Copy Share Image
“Naval officers were not mother's sort; very few people were her sort in those days, and that was her trouble - a very authentic,… — Robert Lowell Copy Share Image
Pity the planet, all joy gone from this sweet volcanic cone; peace to our children when they fall in small war on the heel… — Robert Lowell Copy Share Image
“The English departments were clogged with worthy but outworn and backwardlooking scholars whose tastes in the moderns were most often superficial, random, and vulgar.… — Robert Lowell Copy Share Image
“Sleeper in the Valley" The river sings and cuts a hole in the meadow, madly hooking white tatters on the rushes. light escalades the… — Robert Lowell Copy Share Image
“Reading Myself" Like thousands I took just pride and more than just, struck matches that brought my blood to a boil; I memorized the… — Robert Lowell Copy Share Image
“We are poor passing facts. warned by that to give each figure in the photograph his living name.” — Robert Lowell Copy Share Image
“Those blessèd structures, plot and rhyme— why are they no help to me now I want to make something imagined, not recalled?” — Robert Lowell Copy Share Image
It's a completely powerful and serious book, as good as anything in prose or poetry written by a 'beat' writer, and one of the… — Robert Lowell Copy Share Image
Life begins to happen. My hoppped up husband drops his home disputes, and hits the streets to cruise for prostitutes — Robert Lowell Copy Share Image
“Leaches Ten Tall by Stewart Stafford Don't play this game with me, Predatory whelk of tide pools, Taint me as Rigoletto to a bawd,… — Stewart Stafford Copy Share Image
“If a terrified bird comes to rest on your hands or shoulders, it is your obligation to become a tree. Do not breathe aloud,… — Sadia Hakim Copy Share Image
“Mockery and nagging have always been at play, But me hurting me is the ultimate Mayday.” — Ritu Negi Copy Share Image
“People were never my need: perspectives were, hearts were, souls were, people beyond people were.” — Sadia Hakim Copy Share Image
