Poetry Quotes

Looking up at the stars, I know quite well That, for all they care, I can go to hell, But on earth indifference is the least We have to dread from man or beast. How should we like it were stars to burn With a passion for us we could not return? If equal affection cannot be, Let the more loving one be me. Admirer as I think I am Of stars that do not give a damn, I cannot, now I see them, say I missed one terribly all day. Were all stars to disappear or die, I should learn to look at an empty sky And feel its total dark sublime, Though this might take me a little time.

W.H. Auden

Based on the law of probability Everything is possible because The sheer existence of possibility Confirms the existence Of impossibility.

Dejan Stojanovic

Were knowledge all, what were our needTo thrill and faint and sweetly bleed?

Christopher Brennan

There's two kinds of women--those you write poems about and those you don't.

Jeffrey McDaniel

In philosophy equally as in poetry it is the highest and most useful prerogative of genius to produce the strongest impressions of novelty, while it rescues admitted truths from the neglect caused by the very circumstance of their universal admission.

Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Complexity is not an aesthetic criterion. It is a quality associated only with division and organization of labor.

Christopher Caudwell

This morning could have been perfect. The cruel truth is they have never been. Give us loneliness or give us death.

Sean Gabler

I will turn human anatomy into roses and stars and sea. I will dissect the beloveds body in metaphor.

Siri Hustvedt

Nothing is part of everything.

Dejan Stojanovic

There is risk and truth to yourselves and the world before you.

Seamus Heaney

their heart grew coldthey let their wings down

Sappho

I am stuffing your mouth with your promises and watching you vomit them out upon my face.

Anne Sexton

Poetry is a rich, full-bodied whistle, cracked ice crunching in pails, the night that numbs the leaf, the duel of two nightingales, the sweet pea that has run wild, Creation's tears in shoulder blades.

Boris Pasternak

Title: Blue Light Lounge Sutra For The Performance Poets At Harold Park Hotelthe need gotta beso deep words can'tanswer simple questionsall night long notesstumble off the tongue

Yusef Komunyakaa

The heart can think of no devotionGreater than being shore to the ocean-Holding the curve of one position,Counting an endless repetition.

Robert Frost

We didn't start the fireIt was always burningSince the world's been turningWe didn't start the fireNo we didn't light itBut we tried to fight it

Billy Joel

Life goes on in the same manner,evil wins and peace is slaughtered.Change the channel, change the view,tired of the same reruns on the evening news.

Susie Clevenger

...who would have known the dark eyes staring into mine would become our children's eyes...?

John Geddes

Serious affairs and history are carefully laid snares for the uninformed.

Dejan Stojanovic

Whatever's born between us is ineffable, beyond adjective and allegory. I can create to rhythm within the measures of our narration. All poetry falls to disingenuous; every cadence is disjointed. These machines will never do us justice. . . .

Jake Wilson