Poems Quotes

I do understand that they fall when I'm least able to pay attention because poems fall not from a tr...

The heart, I think, which is the home of all things rhythmic, is where learned poems go to live.

But who are we, where do we come fromWhen all those yearsNothing but idle talk is leftAnd we are now...

I still read Donne, particularly his love poems.

She winced and covered her ears as Eric,onstage, wrestled with his microphone."Sorry about that, guy...

all people start tocome apart finallyand there it is:just empty ashtrays in a roomor wisps of hair o...

the flesh covers the bone and they put a mind in there and sometimes a soul, and the women break vas...

I always felt it wouldpass.I listened to the charges against meknowing some of them to be truebut ce...

nothing's news.it's the same old thing indisguise.only one thing comes without adisguise and you onl...

beware women grownoldwho were neveranything butyoung

my poems are only bits of scratchingon the floor of acage.

Morning and eveningMaids heard the goblins cry:'Come buy our orchard fruits,Come buy, come buy

Evening by eveningAmong the Brookside rushes,Laura bow'd her head to hear,Lizzie veil'd her blushes:...

Good folk, I have no coin,To take were to purloin:I have no copper in my purse,I have no silver eith...

Poetry is like an unexpected noise in the night: the creak of a door, a footstep on the porch, the s...

Don't be afraid of poetry.

The kind of poetry to avoid in the pretty-pretty kind that pleased our grandmothers, the kind that L...

Versifying left her cold. Poems were too close to prayer, rousing regrettable passions. Waiting for ...

There is nothing to save, now all is lost,but a tiny core of stillness in the heartlike the eye of a...

Poems are lenses, mirrors, and X-ray machines.

Even famous poets such as Marianne Moore and William Carlos Williams were rarely asked to read their...

A Very Short Song Once, when I was young and true, Someone left me sad- Broke my brittle heart in tw...

I really don't like art with a message, unless the message is crystal clear.If you have a message th...

Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rage at close of day; Rage, rage agai...

a politician is an arse uponwhich everyone has sat except a man

A poem is true if it hangs together. Information points to something else. A poem points to nothing ...

Every moment of the nightForever changing placesAnd they put out the star-lightWith the breath from ...

Twas noontide of summer,And mid-time of night;And stars, in their orbits,Shone pale, thro' the light...

Reckless of my mortality,Strengthen me to behold a face,To know the spirit of a beloved oneYet to en...

Said the Sun to the Moon-'When you are but a lonely white crone,And I, a dead King in my golden armo...

TO what purpose, April, do you return again? Beauty is not enough. You can no longer quiet me with t...

The Ph.D is one of the chosen who know that some things can never be fathomed, no matter how hard yo...

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.I love thee to the depth and breadth and heightMy soul can...

After the fierce midsummer all ablaze Has burned itself to ashes, and expires In the intensity of it...

The Old StoicRiches I hold in light esteem, And Love I laugh to scorn; And lust of fame was but a dr...

How happy is the little stoneThat rambles in the road alone,And doesn't care about careers,And exige...

Her breast is fit for pearls,But I was not a "Diver" - Her brow is fit for thronesBut I have not a c...

She (my mother) could still recite them (the poems) in full when she was lying helpless and nearly b...

To translate a poem from thinking into English takes all night.

Horse[Man you will find herea new representation of the universeat its most poetic and most modernMa...

I have you fast in my fortress,And will not let you depart,But put you down into the dungeon,In the ...

A thousand years or more ago,When I was newly sewn,There lived four wizards of renown,Whose name are...

When once we are buried you think we are gone. But behold me immortal!

In fiction, the characters have their own lives. They may start as a gloss on the author’s life, but...

[Fiction and poetry] are medicines, they're doses, and they heal the rupture that reality makes on t...

Most Like an Arch This MarriageMost like an arch—an entrance which upholds and shores the stone-crus...

It became a weekend of reading, of trying to see her in the fragments of the poem she'd left for me.

In Flanders fields the poppies blowBetween the crosses, row on rowThat mark our place; and in the sk...

One must speak in such a way that although someone else, or many others, or an infinite number of pe...

I think that I shall never seeA poem lovely as a tree.A tree whose hungry mouth is pressedAgainst th...

He thought of trying to explain something he had recently noticed about himself: that if anyone insu...

You should gofrom place to placerecovering the poemsthat have been written for youto which you can a...

Trying to build myself up with the fact that I have done things right that were even good and have h...

I believe that poems die the moment they are outwardly expressed.

When Great Trees FallWhen great trees fall,rocks on distant hills shudder,lions hunker downin tall g...

Poems should be like pins which prick the skin of boredom and leave a glow equal in its pride to the...

Where were you then?Who else was there?Saying what?Why will the whole of love come on me suddenly wh...

Oh, there are no living poets, Miss Van Damn. We're not entirely sure there ever were. They've found...

Beyond the YearsI the years the answer lies,Beyond where brood the grieving skies And Night drops te...

There is bad in all good authors: what a pity the converse isn't true!

Even when the lights go out, even when someone says to me: "It's over---," even when from the stage ...

Turn your attentions to it. Try to raise up the sunken feelings of this enormous past; your personal...

It does not need that a poem should be long. Every word was once a poem.

Love what is simple and beautiful. These are the essentials.

The gray sea and the long black land; And the yellow half-moon large and low: And the startled littl...

He moves in darkness as it seems to meNot of woods only and the shade of trees.

I started to think about the abyss that separates the poet from the reader and the next thing I knew...

No map to help us find the tranquil flat lands, clearings calm, fields without mean fences. Rolling ...

What have we here, laddie? Mysterious scribblings? A secret code? Oh, poems, no less! Poems, everybo...

The Power of the Dogby Rudyard KiplingThere is sorrow enough in the natural way From men and women t...

...in that rich earth a richer dust concealed.(I'm flogging a dead horse w/ this one but this is the...

Ourchestra:So you haven't got a drum, just beat your belly.So I haven't got a horn-I'll play my nose...

William tell, William tell,Take your arrow, grip it well,There’s the apple– – aim for the middle– –O...

I'm making a listI'm making a list of things I must sayFor politeness,And goodness and kindness and ...

God would seem to indicate to us and not allow us to doubt that these beautiful poems are not human,...

LoreleiIt is no night to drown in:A full moon, river lapsingBlack beneath bland mirror-sheen,The blu...

EnnuiTea leaves thwart those who court catastrophe,designing futures where nothing will occur:cross ...

Writing, then, was a substitute for myself: if you don't love me, love my writing & love me for my w...

It is strange how a scrap of poetry works in the mind and makes the legs move in time to it along th...

Was not writing poetry a secret transaction, a voice answering a voice?

Before people complain of the obscurity of modern poetry, they should first examine their conscience...

Oh captain my captain

When I Read the Book"When I read the book, the biography famous, And is this then (said I) what the ...

THE WILD ROSE” – BY WENDELL BERRYSometimes, hidden from me in daily custom and in ritualI live by yo...

At any time, and under any circumstances of human interest, is it not strange to see how little real...

A crimson fire that vanquishes the stars;A pungent odor from the dusty sage;A sudden stirring of the...

Man disavows, and Deity disowns me;Hell might afford my miseries a shelter;Therefore Hell keeps her ...

In an age when nations and individuals routinely exchange murder for murder, when the healing grace ...

[L]ife is a phenomenon in need of criticism, for we are, as fallen creatures, in permanent danger of...

Remembrance and reflection how allied!What thin partitions Sense from Thought divide!

When I no longer have your heartI will not request your bodyyour presenceor even your polite convers...

& love is an evil word. Turn it backwards/see, see what I mean? An evol word.