Quotes About Poetry

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Ki Longfellow
“I ask for nothing. / In return I give All. / There is no earning my Love. / No work needed, no effort / Save to listen to what is already heard, / To see what is already seen. / To know what is already known. / Do I seem to ask too little? / Would you give although I ask not? / Then this you can give me and I will accept. / I will take your heart. / You will find it waiting for you / When you return.”
Ki Longfellow, Flow Down Like Silver: Hypatia of Alexandria

Lauren Oliver
“Poetry isn't like any writing I've ever heard before. I don't understand all of it, just bits of images, sentences that appear half-finished, all fluttering together like brightly colored ribbons in the wind.”
Lauren Oliver, Delirium

مالك حداد
“ان الابتسامات فواصل ونقاط انقطاع وقليل من الناس أولئك الذين ما زالوا يتقنون وضع الفواصل والنقط في كلامهم”
مالك حداد

Charles Bukowski
“If I bet on humanity, I'd never cash a ticket.”
Charles Bukowski

“I - will have poetry in my life. And adventure. And love. Love above all.”
Marc Norman, Shakespeare in Love: A Screenplay

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

Nick Drake
“The future says:

Dear mortals;
I know you are busy with your colourful lives;
I have no wish to waste the little time that remains
On arguments and heated debates;
But before I can appear
Please, close your eyes, sit still
And listen carefully
To what I am about to say;
I haven't happened yet, but I will.
I can't pretend it's going to be
Business as usual.
Things are going to change.
I'm going to be unrecognisable.
Please, don't open your eyes, not yet.
I'm not trying to frighten you.
All I ask is that you think of me
Not as a wish or a nightmare, but as a story
You have to tell yourselves -
Not with an ending
In which everyone lives happily ever after,
Or a B-movie apocalypse,
But maybe starting with the line
'To be continued...'
And see what happens next.
Remember this; I am not
Written in stone
But in time -
So please don't shrug and say
What can we do?
It's too late, etc, etc, etc.
Dear mortals,
You are such strange creatures
With your greed and your kindness,
And your hearts like broken toys;
You carry fear with you everywhere
Like a tiny god
In its box of shadows.
You love festivals and music
And good food.
You lie to yourselves
Because you're afraid of the dark.
But the truth is: you are in my hands
And I am in yours.
We are in this together,
Face to face and eye to eye;
We're made for each other.
Now those of you who are still here;
Open your eyes and tell me what you see.”
Nick Drake

Edgar Allan Poe
“As a poet and as a mathematician, he would reason well; as a mere mathematician, he could not have reasoned at all.”
Edgar Allan Poe, The Purloined Letter

Sylvia Plath
“How can I tell Bob that my happiness streams from having wrenched a piece out of my life, a piece of hurt and beauty, and transformed it to typewritten words on paper? How can he know I am justifying my life, my keen emotions, my feeling, by turning it into print?”
Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

Kimberly Kinrade
“She has learned to love. To fear. To hate. And then to love again. Through it all, she writes.” ~Once Upon A Time There Was A Girl”
Kimberly Kinrade, Bits of You & Pieces of Me

Ted Hughes
“I think it was Milosz, the Polish poet, who when he lay in a doorway and watched the bullets lifting the cobbles out of the street beside him realised that most poetry is not equipped for life in a world where people actually die. But some is.”
Ted Hughes, Winter Pollen: Occasional Prose

Eavan Boland
“. . . We love fog because
it shifts old anomalies into the elements
surrounding them. It gives relief from a way of seeing”
Eavan Boland, Domestic Violence: Poems

Cameron Conaway
“A poet could kill the dead.”
Cameron Conaway, Caged: Memoirs of a Cage-Fighting Poet

Charles Baudelaire
“Il était tard; ainsi qu'une médaille neuve
La pleine lune s'étalait,
Et la solennité de la nuit, comme un fleuve
Sur Paris dormant ruisselait.”
Charles Baudelaire, Les Fleurs du Mal

Dejan Stojanovic
“The night is still waiting.”
Dejan Stojanovic, Circling: 1978-1987

Nick Burd
“Sprawled out on the front lawn Looking up at an ordinary sky It could fall on me and somehow be The day I didn't die”
Nick Burd, The Vast Fields of Ordinary

Tanya R. Liverman
“My best testimonies are from the times I thought I couldn't survive.”
Tanya R. Liverman, Journey to Legacy: A Poetic Timeline of My Life

Roman Payne
“We made love outdoors
Without a roof, I like most,
Without stove, to make love, assuming the weather be fair and balmy, and the earth beneath be clean. Our souls intertwined and gushing of dew.”
Roman Payne

Robyn Donald
“Falling in love was easy-when romantic attraction was combined with hungry, unsated desire, they formed a glamorous, glittering bauble as fragile as it was alluring, a bauble that could shatter as soon as it was grasped.

Tenderness was a different story. It had staying power and the promise of a future.”
Robyn Donald, Tiger, Tiger

Deb Simpson
“You can make a difference in another person's life and not realize it, just by giving them One Moment of your time, One Memory to recall, One Motion that tells them they are not alone! OM!”
Deb Simpson, One Moment, One Memory, One Motion

Gertrude Stein
“I love my love with a b because she is peculiar.”
Gertrude Stein, Narration: Four Lectures by Gertrude Stein

Chimnese Davids
“That is what you meant to me: a light that shone through the darkness.” (Your smile, p. 56)”
Chimnese Davids, Muses of Wandering Passions

“Across the centuries the moral systems from medival chivalry to Bruce Springsteen love anthems have worked the same basic way. They take immediate selfish interests and enmesh them within transcendent, spiritual meanings. Love becomes a holy cause, an act of self-sacrifice and selfless commitment.

But texting and the utilitarian mind-set are naturally corrosive toward poetry and imagination. A coat of ironic detachment is required for anyone who hopes to withstand the brutal feedback of the marketplace. In today's world, the choice of a Prius can be a more sanctified act than the choice of an erotic partner.

This does not mean that young people today are worse or shallower than young people in the past. It does mean they get less help. People once lived within a pattern of being, which educated the emotions, guided the temporary toward the permanent and linked everyday urges to higher things. The accumulated wisdom of the community steered couples as they tried to earn each other's commitment.

Today there are fewer norms that guide that way. Today's technology seems to threaten the sort of recurring and stable reciprocity that is the building block of trust.”
David Brooks

Nick Laird
“There is such a shelter in each other.”
Nick Laird

Anne Carson
“That night we made love "the real way" which we had not yet attempted
although married six months.
Big mystery. No one knew where to put their leg and to this day I'm not sure
we got it right.
He seemed happy. You're like Venice he said beautifully.
Early next day
I wrote a short talk ("On Defloration") which he stole and had published
in a small quarterly magazine.
Overall this was a characteristic interaction between us.
Or should I say ideal.
Neither of us had ever seen Venice.”
Anne Carson

“...the wet brush of snowflakes was like your kisses everywhere ...”
John Geddes, A Familiar Rain

Robert Hass
“All the new thinking is about loss. In this it resembles all the old thinking”
Robert Hass
tags: poetry

Wrath James White
“So very lovely
His blood on her swollen lips
His first vampire
So very lovely
He would have to remember
Each salacious cut
He took her slowly
Bled her of secrets and screams
He smiled contemplating
That vampires bled just like whores.”
Wrath James White, Vicious Romantic
tags: poetry

Melissa Lee-Houghton
“I do not write to you, but of you,/because the paper that we write on/is our perishable skin.”
Melissa Lee-Houghton, A Body Made of You

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