Quotes About Poem

that the work may be defined as the poem of a confession

There it was, word for word,The poem that took the place of a mountain.

The position has been a work in progress in a lot of ways. Originally, there were certain minimum requirements. It was six public appearances a year, then write a poem for the state of Missouri. But they backed off of [the poem requirement]. They were concerned about writer's block, and they didn't want to encourage doggerel.

Each delicately and fiercely imaged poem is a tribute to perseverance and survival and a lesson for us all.

So faithful in love, and so dauntless in war,There never was knight like the young Lochinvar.

The poem is important, but not more than the people whose survival it serves...

Making Cocoa For Kingsley Amis It was a dream I had last week And some kind of record seemed vital. I knew it wouldn't be much of a poem But I love the title.

I wrote my first poem about a bunny. 'Bunny, bunny, hop hop hop. White and soft like a little mop.

I think he's wonderful and strange and kind of like a poem.

An epic without a focus - without a single action, a coherent plot, a single terrible point to make - was just a very long poem.

Pain was a part of so many good things - giving birth, writing a poem, asking forgiveness, even saying I love you. Complete freedom from pain meant separation from life.

Twas the night before Thanksgiving, And the stars up above Shone down on a school bus Abounding with love. The very next evening, Eight families were blessed With eight fluffy Thanksgiving turkeys As guests. They feasted on veggies With jelly and toast, And everyone was thankful (The turkeys were most!). So each one gave thanks For love and for living, And they all had a wonderful Happy Thanksgiving.

By the time that poem became the story "River of Names,"* I had made the decision to reverse that process: to claim my family, my true history, and to tell the truth not only about who I was but about the temptation to lie.

When you're awake, all the men go and fall for you - Sleep, pretty lady, and give me a chance (From the poem Lullaby)

I present you with a simple choice! Either die in the vacuum of space, or …" he paused for melodramatic effect, "tell me how good you thought my poem was!

Of course, like the consciousness behind it, behind any art, a poem can be deep or shallow, visionary or glib, prescient or stuck in an already lagging trendiness. What's pushing the grammar and syntax, the sounds, the images—is it the constriction of literalism, fundamentalism, professionalism—a stunted language? Or is it the great muscle of metaphor, drawing strength from resemblance in difference? The great muscle of the unconstricted throat?

I know you are reading this poem listening for something, torn                           between bitterness and hope

The moment of change is the only poem

I had seen my brother's name in the Cinema Palace newspaper advertisements. If I climbed back up the winding path on the hill I had just come down, I would be at his home. As I have been writing this, a poem by Nakamura Kusadato suddenly comes to mind: Coming down the winding trail, The springtime voice of the crying calf.

it's a hymn of the heretic, a piyut [liturgical poem] of a modern, doubtful person.

But here I hold your dream in my poem.

Yet America is a poem in our eyes; its ample geography dazzles the imagination, and it will not wait long for metres.

The adventitious beauty of poetry may be felt in the greater delight which a verse gives in happy quotation than in the poem.

The adventitious beauty of poetry may be felt in the greater delight with a verse given in a happy quotation than in the poem.