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Quotes tagged as "poetry" (showing 631-660 of 3,000)Fernando Pessoa�If after I die, people want to write my biography, there is nothing simpler. They only need two dates: the date of my birth and the date of my death. Between one and another, every day is mine.� ? Fernando Pessoa, Poems of Fernando Pessoatags: birth, death, intimacy, life, poetry, privacy 103 likes LikeViolet Yates�I am a work in progress.� ? Violet Yates, Lost & Foundtags: addiction, depression, poetry, recovery 78 likes LikeT.S. Eliot�You do not know how much they mean to me, my friends,And how, how rare and strange it is, to findIn a life composed so much, so much of odds and ends,(For indeed I do not love it ... you knew? you are not blind! How keen you are!)To find a friend who has these qualities,Who has, and givesThose qualities upon which friendship lives.How much it means that I say this to you-Without these friendships-life, what cauchemar!� ? T.S. Eliot, Collected Poems, 1909-1962tags: friendship, poetry 50 likes LikeJ.R.R. Tolkien�Fare well we call to hearth and hallThough wind may blow and rain may fallWe must away ere break of dayOver the wood and mountain tall

To Rivendell where Elves yet dwellIn glades beneath the misty fell

Through moor and waste we ride in hasteAnd wither then we cannot tell

With foes ahead behind us dreadBeneath the sky shall be our bedUntil at last our toil be spedOur journey done, our errand spedWe must away! We must away!We ride before the break of day!� ? J.R.R. Tolkientags: poetry, travel 50 likes LikeTim Burton�Staring GirlI once knew a girlwho would just stand there and stare.At anyone or anything,she seemed not to care

She'd stare at the ground,She'd stare at the sky.She'd stare at you for hours,and you'd never know why.But after winning the local staring contest,she finally gave her eyesa well-deserved rest.� ? Tim Burtontags: poetry 45 likes LikeGary D. Schmidt�You know, there are good reasons to learn how to read. Poetry isn't one of them. I mean, so what if two roads go two ways in a wood? So what? Who cares if it made all that big a difference? What difference? And why should I have to guess what the difference is? Isn't that what he's supposed to say?

Why can't poets just say what they want to say and then shut up?� ? Gary D. Schmidt, Okay for Nowtags: philistine, poetry 41 likes LikeHolly Black�One fine day, in the middle of the night, two dead boys got up to fight. Back to back they faced each other. They pulled out their swords and shot one another. One deaf cop, on the beat heard the noise, and came and shot the two dead boys.� ? Holly Black, Valianttags: faeries, poetry, valiant 37 likes LikeJoseph Campbell�How does the ordinary person come to the transcendent? For a start, I would say, study poetry. Learn how to read a poem. You need not have the experience to get the message, or at least some indication of the message. It may come gradually. (92)� ? Joseph Campbell, Thou Art That: Transforming Religious Metaphortags: poetry, transcendence 36 likes LikePatti Smith�Everything comes down so pasteurizedeverything comes down 16 degreesthey say your amplifier is too loudturn your amplifier downare we high all alone on our kneesmemory is just hips that swinglike a clockthe past projects fantastic scenestic/toc tic/toc tic/tocfuck the clock!�

? Patti Smith, Babeltags: patti-smith, poetry 35 likes LikePaul Valéry�Nothing is more natural than mutual misunderstanding; the contrary is always surprising. I believe that one never agrees on anything except by mistake, and that all harmony among human beings is the happy fruit of an error.� ? Paul Valéry, The Art of Poetrytags: life, poetry 35 likes LikeEmily Dickinson�It was not death, for I stood up,And all the dead lie down;It was not night, for all the bellsPut out their tongues, for noon.

It was not frost, for on my fleshI felt siroccos crawl,Nor fire, for just my marble feetCould keep a chancel cool.

And yet it tasted like them all;The figures I have seenSet orderly, for burial,Reminded me of mine,

As if my life were shavenAnd fitted to a frame,And could not breathe without a key;And I was like midnight, some,

When everything that ticked has stopped,And space stares, all around,Or grisly frosts, first autumn morns,Repeal the beating ground.

But most like chaos,--stopless, cool,Without a chance or spar,--Or even a report of landTo justify despair.� ? Emily Dickinson, I'm Nobody! Who Are You?tags: poetry 35 likes LikeMark Strand�Even this late it happens:the coming of love, the coming of light.� ? Mark Strand, Selected Poemstags: poetry 33 likes LikeBoris Pasternak�February. Get ink, shed tears.Write of it, sob your heart out, sing,While torrential slush that roarsBurns in the blackness of the spring.

Go hire a buggy. For six grivnas,Race through the noice of bells and wheelsTo where the ink and all you grievingAre muffled when the rainshower falls.

To where, like pears burnt black as charcoal,A myriad rooks, plucked from the trees,Fall down into the puddles, hurlDry sadness deep into the eyes.

Below, the wet black earth shows through,With sudden cries the wind is pitted,The more haphazard, the more trueThe poetry that sobs its heart out. � ? Boris Pasternaktags: poetry 31 likes LikeJoss Whedon�My soul is wrapped in harsh repose,Midnight descends in raven-colored clothes,But soft... behold!A sunlight beamButting a swath of glimmering gleam.My heart expands,'tis grown a bulge in it,Inspired by your beauty...Effulgent.� ? Joss Whedontags: poetry 31 likes LikeUmberto Eco�Rem tene, verba sequentur: grasp the subject, and the words will follow. This, I believe, is the opposite of what happens with poetry, which is more a case of verba tene, res sequenter: grasp the words, and the subject will follow.� ? Umberto Eco, Postscript to the Name of the Rosetags: poetry, writing 29 likes LikeRalph Waldo Emerson�Doubt not, O poet, but persist. Say 'It is in me, and shall out.' Stand there, balked and dumb, stuttering and stammering, hissed and hooted, stand and strive, until at last rage draw out of thee that dream-power which every night shows thee is thine own; a power transcending all limit and privacy, and by virtue of which a man is the conductor of the whole river of electricity.� ? Ralph Waldo Emerson, The Essays of Ralph Waldo Emersontags: art, inspiration, poetry 28 likes LikeKathryn Lasky�Flutter like a hummingbird, Dive like an eagle, Ain't no bird that's my equal. - Twilight� ? Kathryn Lasky, The Capturetags: poetry 27 likes Like�When no one is looking,I swallow deserts and cloudsand chew on mountainsknowing they are sweet bones!When no one is lookingand I want to kiss God,I just lift my own hand to my mouth.� ? Khwaja Shamsuddin Mohammad, The Rubaiyat of Hafiztags: poetry, sufi 22 likes LikeEdna St. Vincent Millay�And must I then, indeed, Pain, live with youall through my life?-sharing my fire, my bed,Sharing-oh, worst of all things!-the same head?-And, when I feed myself, feeding you too?� ? Edna St. Vincent Millaytags: depression, pain, poetry, suffering 20 likes LikeEdna St. Vincent Millay�Safe upon the solid rock the ugly houses stand: Come and see my shining palace built upon the sand!� ? Edna St. Vincent Millay

tags: poetry 20 likes LikeC.D. Wright�I am suggesting that the radical of poetry lies not in theresolution of doubts but in their proliferation� ? C.D. Wright, Cooling Time: An American Poetry Vigiltags: poetry 20 likes LikeRumi�This poetry. I never know what I'm going to say.I don't plan it.When I'm outside the saying of it,I get very quiet and rarely speak at all.� ? Rumi, The Essential Rumitags: poetry, silence 20 likes LikeWilliam Shakespeare�A lover goes toward his beloved as enthusiastically as a schoolboy leaving his books, but when he leaves his girlfriend, he feels as miserable as the schoolboy on his way to school. (Act 2, scene 2)� ? William Shakespearetags: love, poetry 19 likes LikeGeorge Orwell�He drove his mind into the abyss where poetry is written.� ? George Orwell, Keep the Aspidistra Flyingtags: poetry, writing 19 likes LikeFrank O'Hara�Oh! kangaroos, sequins, chocolate sodas! / You really are beautiful! Pearls, / harmonicas, jujubes, aspirins!� ? Frank O'Haratags: poetry 19 likes LikeHelen Keller�Great poetry needs no interpreter other than a responsive heart.� ? Helen Keller, story of my life: with her letters (1887-1901) and a supplementary account of hereducation, including passages from the reports and letters of her teacher, Anne Mansfield Sullivan, by John Albert Macytags: education, poetry 19 likes LikeRalph Waldo Emerson�Every word was once a poem.� ? Ralph Waldo Emersontags: poetry 19 likes Like�Your war drum ain't / louder than this breath.� ? Suheir Hammad, Zaatardivatags: poetry 18 likes LikeT.S. Eliot�I think we are in rats� alleyWhere the dead men lost their bones.� ? T.S. Eliot, The Waste Landtags: poetry 18 likes LikeGwendolyn Brooks�We real cool. We Left school. We

Lurk late. We Strike straight. We

Sing sin. We Thin gin. We

Jazz June. We Die soon.� ? Gwendolyn Brooks, Selected Poemstags: poetry 18 likes Like

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