Quotes About Poem

The events of life have never fallen into the form of the short story or the form of the poem, or into any other form.Yourown consciousnessisthe only formyouneed.

A poem's life and death dependeth still Not on the poet's wits, but reader's will.

Poetry is a voicing, a calling forth, and the lyric poem exists somewhere in the region—the register—between speech and song.

Jonson wrote a poem and called his son His best piece of poetrie A lovely line a little loathsome I loved that poem once He said we are lent our sons never take Too much pleasure in what you love

There was an Old Man with a beard,Who said: "It is just as I feared!Two owls and a hen,Four larks and a wrenHave all built their nests in my beard."

There was a Young Person of Smyrna, whose grandmother threatened to burn her; But she seized on the cat, and said, "Granny, burn that! You incongruous old woman of Smyrna!

Which distressed that Old Man of Jamaica. nonsense

The room was the poem, the day I was in. Oh Christ. What writes my poem is the second ring, inner or outer. Poetry is just the performance of it. These little things, whether I write them or not. That's the score. The thing of great value is you. Where you are, glowing and fading, while you live.

In the words of a Zen poem, At dusk the cock announces dawn; At midnight, the bright sun.

'Ave you 'eard o' the Widow at WindsorWith a hairy gold crown on 'er 'ead?

There's only the writing, which I admit to knowing very little about. But then it's probably best not to know. It allows one to work without expectation. Best to let the poem do the thinking while we concern ourselves with what's called the personal life.

description is deadly to a prose poem.

I never liked the term "experimental writing," but what else is a prose poem? Having written a number of them, I still don't know how they're written.

It was only a dream. It was only a larval poem. —

There is no time in modern agriculture for a farmer to write a poem or compose a song

You will taste a way of life profoundly nourishing and from your tongue may spring a song or poem or sentence or word or maybe nothing but silence. Silence only the heart can turn to song.

The poem is not a physical body. It's a textual body that has life only insofar as it can act symbolically. It cannot physically act.

I do want to do the entire alphabet. There's in [Walker's Alphabet] a poem called "A Life" in that grouping. I was going to change that title to "A."

and for the first time in my life I understand the end of that poem. And I never wanted to. You have to believe me.

There is no life of a man, faithfully recorded, but is a heroic poem of its sort, rhymed or unrhymed.

Paradise Lost is a poem. The old, blind bastard's trying to sing to you. Listen, as the Isley Brothers say, to the music. You must learn to do that before you can expect to understand. Slowly. Slowly. A few licks at a time.

this longing inside me that never goes away, must be a poem...must be you ...

[O]ne of my favorite Sufi poems... says that God long ago drew a circle in the sand exactly around the spot where you are standing right now. I was never not coming here. This was never not going to happen.

Love Poem for a Librarian Although her love for me is infinitesimal, Her eyes are as Dewey as any old decimal.