Not for a moment, beautiful aged Walt Whitman, have I failed to see your beard full of butterflies.
I really liked writing rhyming poems and plays.
If poetry should address itself to the same needs and aspirations, the same hopes and fears, to which the Bible addresses itself, it might rival it in distribution.
The poet nothing affirmeth and therefore never lieth.
The importance of poetry is not measured, finally, by what the poet says but by how he says it.
Poetry is not only a set of words which are chosen to relate to each other; it is something which goes much further than that to provide a glimpse of our vision of the world.
How do poems grow? They grow out of your life.
Each memorable verse of a true poet has two or three times the written content.
I find a lot of poetry to be narcissistic.
We are supposed to write poetry to keep the gods alive.
Like most lit nerds, I'm a voracious reader. I never got enough poetry under my belt growing up but I do read it - some of my favorites, Gina Franco and Angela Shaw and Cornelius Eady and Kevin Young,...
I come from a short fiction background, and my mom is a poet, so I've always read poetry; I've always had a lot of different influences both linguistically and musically.
I can get very philosophical and ask the questions Keats was asking as a young guy. What are we here for? What's a soul? What's it all about? What is thinking about, imagination?
A good poem brims with reflected beauty and even a bracing, beautiful ugliness. At the center of our lives, in the midst of the busyness and the forgetting, is a story that makes sense when everything...
A briar rose whose buds yield fragrant harvest for the honey bee.
I wonder if anyone else has an ear so tuned and sharpened as I have, to detect the music, not of the spheres, but of earth, subtleties of major and minor chord that the wind strikes upon the tree...
Though the radiance which was once so bright be now forever taken from my sight. Though nothing can bring back the hour of splendor in the grass, glory in the flower. We will grieve not, rather find...
She is a winsome little girl. She is a handsome little girl. She is a beautiful little girl. This sweet little wife of mine.
There is a ghost That eats handkerchiefs It keeps you company On all your travels.
Silently one by one in the infinite meadows of heaven Blossomed the lovely stars the forget-me-nots of the angels.
To all to each a fair goodnight And pleasing dreams and slumbers light.
Oft when the white still dawn lifted the skies and pushed the hills apart I have felt it like a glory in my heart.
We only pass everything by like a transposition of air.
O.K. I'm running out of appetite. Let this swirl - a bit like Crab Nebula - do for now.
So close that your hand upon my chest is mine, so close that your eyes close with my sleep.
She disappeared; her voice, her laughter and the warmth of her breath never seen by no one again.
Mine is the river where the love runs deep, that if you fall in, you'll be mine to keep.
We need your patience Your knowledge we need your caring heart
Oh, thou art fairer than the evening air Clad in the beauty of a thousand stars.
And strange-eyed constellations reign His stars eternally.
What could you do? Major Major asked himself again. What could you do with a man who looked you...
If I turned towards books, it was because they were the only sanctuary I knew, one I needed in order...
We all had to pay, but not for the crimes we were accused of. There were other scores to settle.
Hope for some means its loss for others; when the hopeless regain some hope, those in power--the...
The Red Lion was a four-ale bar with a handful of lowbrowed sons of toil who looked as though they...
if you don't understand something, you can't approximate it. You're really just guessing.
Why are they going to disappear him? I don't know. It doesn't make sense. It isn't even good...
Keep in mind that when we talk of a great painting we are not really talking about anything great....
Read me back the last line. 'Read me back the last line,' read back the corporal who could take...