2,705 Quotes About Poem

Yes, it’s tough, it’s tough, that goes without saying. But isn’t waiting itself and longing a wonder, being played on by wind, sun, and shade?

I’ve been thinking of a poet who is dying in New York,how these days she reads her beloved Dante,perhaps looking for something to framewhat is happening to her.And whom, I wonder, do I turn to?Whom in this century do I readas if my life depended upon it?

Reading and writing aren't sacred yet people have been killed as if they were

...Both a baby and a poem masquerade as something we've created, when we know that they arrive from somewhere beyond us, that they are gifts.

Don't be My Poem, Be a Prose; because I don't want to get writing of you enough!

Fall in Love with a Poet,As you will not only live in her Heart but also in her scribbled words forever.

tonight the backyard is brutalin its twilit emptiness& I have put my lipson the glass of his face againso I won't be lonely& I have dressed to please himbecause it's too quiet heremy hand alive in the cage of hisan actual dandelion in the grassbeside his sandalthe mosquitoes grazing our ankleswe should go inside he saysas the pitchblack comes on again like arsenicover the glowing lawn

In your eyes I found something that shines brighter than a thousand rays of sunshine.

I have often noticed that these things, which obsess me, neither bother nor impress other people even slightly. I am horribly apt to approach some innocent at a gathering, and like the ancient mariner, fix him with a wild, glitt’ring eye and say, “Do you know that in the head of the caterpillar of the ordinary goat moth there are two hundred twenty-eight separate muscles?” The poor wretch flees. I am not making chatter; I mean to change his life.