Poetry Quotes

Oh, if I had Orpheus' voice and poetry with which to move the Dark Maid and her Lord, I'd call you back, dear love, from the world below. I'd go down there for you. Charon or the grim King's dog could not prevent me then from carrying you up into the fields of light.

Euripides

How does one say something new and not retell?

Dejan Stojanovic

Take the time to write. You can do your life's work in half an hour a day.

Robert Hass

A poet dares be just so clear and no clearer... He unzips the veil from beauty, but does not remove it. A poet utterly clear is a trifle glaring.

E.B. White

You ask me why I don't speakNot a word at willBut write so much worth well over a mill'Well I value words like I value kissesA sober one, a closer one penetrates the heartDarling it's how it mends it

Criss Jami

Catch from the board of beauty/ Such careless crumbs as fall.

Edna St. Vincent Millay

The truth must dazzle gradually or every man be blind.

Emily Dickinson

I love you for what you areThough your heart bears scarsFrom life's harsh tempestsI would not wish it unblemishedEach wound carved your strengthSuffering gave you wisdomThese flaws make you perfect

Mark Caney

So what if the airin Paris smells of romance?My shirt smells of you.

Pooja Nansi

I often imagine that the longer he studies English literature the more the Japanese student must be astonished at the extraordinary predominance given to the passion of love both in fiction and in poetry.

Lafcadio Hearn

Fly without wings; Dream with open eyes; See in darkness.

Dejan Stojanovic

Long ago we conquered our passions looking at ourselves in the mirror of eternity.

Dejan Stojanovic

For poetry and I are oneTo separate is to decapitateFor my poetry is forever.

Kerry D. Brackett

There is always the question why And there is always life, Which doesn't need an answer.

Dejan Stojanovic

...your memory is a warm stone hidden in my hand I'm always turning over...

John Geddes

We shall not cease from explorationAnd the end of all our exploringWill be to arrive where we startedAnd know the place for the first time.

T.S. Eliot

Science is the poetry of reality.

Richard Dawkins

He thought others were small; that was his greatness.

Dejan Stojanovic

Each in the most hidden sack keptthe lost jewels of memory,intense love, secret nights and permanent kisses,the fragment of public or private happiness.A few, the wolves, collected thighs,other men loved the dawn scratchingmountain ranges or ice floes, locomotives, numbers.For me happiness was to share singing,praising, cursing, crying with a thousand eyes.I ask forgiveness for my bad ways:my life had no use on earth.

Pablo Neruda

More or Less Love Poems #11:No babeWe'd neverSwing together butthe syncopationwould be something wild

Diane di Prima