Poem Quote by Wallace Stegner Download Open image ““A poem isn't selfish. It speaks to people.”” — Wallace Stegner ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 3.8 out of 5 (9 ratings) Copy quoteShare Poem Poetry Selfishness
“A poetess is not as selfish as you assume. After months of agonising over her marriage of words—the bride— and spaces—the groom, she knows… — Kamand Kojouri Copy Share Image
“It is dishonest to give me a poem and pretend to want my opinion when what you really want are reasons to live.” — Deborah Levy Copy Share Image
“Poetry is music for the human voice. Until you actually speak it or someone speaks it, it has not come into its own.” — Maya Angelou Copy Share Image
“It's a poem, for crying out loud! The beauty of poetry is that it can mean different things to different people at different times.… — Wendy Higgins Copy Share Image
I always say that one's poetry is a solace to oneself and a nuisance to one's friends. — Hortense Calisher Copy Share Image
“There’s only the writing, which I admit to knowing very little about. But then it’s probably best not to know. It allows one to… — Russell Edson Copy Share Image
“Poets and poetry help us express our emotions and experiences, making us feel less alone in our struggles.” — Wajid Shaikh Copy Share Image
“I have to blame myself for not finding any way of reaching him, but I can't feel that either Ruth or I had anything… — Wallace Stegner Copy Share Image
No life goes past so swiftly as an eventless one, no clock spins like a clock whose days are all alike. — Wallace Stegner Copy Share Image
“within yourself, you became a grave for her as you were a grave for Chet, and you carried your dead unquietly within you. —” — Wallace Stegner Copy Share Image
Towns are like people. Old ones often have character, the new ones are interchangeable. — Wallace Stegner Copy Share Image
By his very profession, a serious fiction writer is a vendor of the sensuous particulars of life, a perceiver and handler of things. His… — Wallace Stegner Copy Share Image
“The creative writer is compulsively concrete . . . . His fictional house should be haunted by ideas, not inhabited by them; they should… — Wallace Stegner Copy Share Image
You married me...but you didn't marry what you could make out of me. — Wallace Stegner Copy Share Image
I gave my heart to the mountains the minute I stood beside this river with its spray in my face and watched it thunder… — Wallace Stegner Copy Share Image
“Poetry ought to be a by-product of living, and you can't have a by-product unless you've got a product first .” — Wallace Stegner Copy Share Image
“sometimes when everything seems at its worst when all conspires and gnaws and the hours, days, weeks years seem wasted – stretched there upon… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“The name does not deserve the poem, but the poem deserves the name.” — Dejan Stojanovic Copy Share Image
“Sentinels of trees breathe life into bodies of earthly flesh As their mighty arms reach to the stars we join in their quest for… — Ramon Ravenswood Copy Share Image
“I cannot go to school today" Said little Peggy Ann McKay. "I have the measles and the mumps, A gash, a rash and purple… — Shel Silverstein Copy Share Image
“The gift of words, the source of enjoyment, the source of delight that comes within and the unfading beauty and energy of words.” — Euginia Herlihy Copy Share Image
“Memories of past. Heartaches of old. Courage of brass. Lessons of gold.” — Richelle E. Goodrich Copy Share Image
“Easter blessings All life’s sacrifices like autumn leaves awaken our senses and power to love and be whole Our Mother Earth, Our Father Sky… — Ramon Ravenswood Copy Share Image
Poetry is a lousy form of activism; it doesn't really change much. And maybe we can point to one or two historical times when… — Daphne Gottlieb Copy Share Image
“So this is love: the Sculptor’s chisel. And stone, which in its whole life does not utter a single word, suddenly sings.” — Milan Rúfus Copy Share Image
“The Estate of Solemnity By right, it reigns in its places- in long beards Of spanish moss hanging from a live oak On a… — Pattiann Rogers Copy Share Image
“In daylight we pick up our tinned rations and hike off, every artery and nerve of us, into the rest of our commemorative lives.” — Tess Gallagher Copy Share Image
“Ô, Wanderess, Wanderess When did you feel your most euphoric kiss? Was I the source of your greatest bliss?” — Roman Payne Copy Share Image
