Poetry Quote by Sam Pink

“I bleed myself to be your drink: Is not the blood of poets—ink?”

— William Soutar

“The boldness and strength and happiness that were natural to me and to which I was denying their natural outlet refused to be denied…

— Katharine Butler Hathaway

“The nose can’t help catchin’ what the ears get sick with. Yessir, rock bands just sweat evil. Evil’s been around for a long time,…

— M.C. Humphreys

“No mortal ear could have heard the kelpie passing through the night, for the great black hooves of it were as soundless in their…

— Mollie Hunter

“to form such harsh unharmonious Sounds, that none but a Northern Ear could endure: They”

— Robert Lane Greene

“the sweat and bloodstained wood of the cross he died on. He kicks in the frosted-glass door of a coffee franchise off Wall Street…

— Richard K. Morgan

“Poetry is not an art, it's a symptom.”

— Michele Brenton

“I threw back my head, my hair falling about me like a great red curtain, and cried out.  My eyes felt hot and burned…

— Rhiannon Frater

...few young poets [are] testing their poems against the ear. They're writing for the page, and the page, let me tell you, is a…

— Stanley Kunitz

“These ears aren't to be trusted. The keening in the night, didn't you hear? Once I believed all the stories didn’t have endings, but…

— Jeannine Hall Gailey

“I think myself cured of all spite, but when I touch pen to paper, the hurt of a boy bleeds out with sea-spawned ink,…

— Robin Hobb

“poetry melts my bones. enters my blood. and changes its composition.”

— Sanober Khan