Quotes About Poem

His mind was constantly thinking about her, while he decided to recite a poem that he had written for her long ago. While he narrated, the words conjured memories like ghosts into the room.

A single poemis worth a hundredcozy winter nightskind wordsand healed wounds.

The air went dead. All sounds disappeared. It was like that T. S. Eliot poem, "the still point of the turning world," as if the entire planet held its breath.

The creative spark in Augustus' eyes warned Virgil that the emperor was personally invested in these particular lines. Augustus Caesar would be the centerpiece, the awaited one, the anointed one, the savior of the world, the Messiah, the reborn Apollo, god and son of god, whose destiny it was to bring the Roman world through blood and sweat and tears to its fated greatness. His poem would make the emperor eternal.

We have slept together in A lonely bed. Now my heart Turns towards you, awake at last, Penitent, lost in the last Loneliness. Speak to me. Talk To me. Break the black silence. Speak of a tree full of leaves, Of a flying bird, the new Moon in the sunset, a poem, A book, a person - all the Casual hfrankealing speech Of your resonant, quiet voice. — Kenneth Rexroth, from "Loneliness," The Collected Shorter Poems of Kenneth Rexroth , (New Directions January 17, 1966)

We have slept together in A lonely bed. Now my heart Turns towards you, awake at last, Penitent, lost in the last Loneliness. Speak to me. Talk To me. Break the black silence. Speak of a tree full of leaves, Of a flying bird, the new Moon in the sunset, a poem, A book, a person - all the Casual healing speech Of your resonant, quiet voice. — Kenneth Rexroth, from "Loneliness," The Collected Shorter Poems of Kenneth Rexroth , (New Directions January 17, 1966)

words from a Davison Jeffers poem taped up on the refrigerator door. Here they are: There is no reason for amazement; surely one always knew that cultures decay, and life's end is death.

Consider this quote from the coding prodigy Santiago Gonzalez describing his work to an interviewer: Beautiful code is short and concise, so if you were to give that code to another programmer they would say, "oh, that's well written code." It's much like as if you were writing a poem.

All of the Cyclades are numinous islands, but Delos lies like a poem in the sea. She washed and cradled the archpoet Apollo and first took him for god.

The Goops they lick their fingers,And the Goops they lick their knives;They spill their broth on the tablecloth—Oh, they lead disgusting lives!The Goops they talk while eating,And loud and fast they chew;And that is why I'm glad that IAm not a Goop—are you?

then I took out a notepad and wrote my first poem. Across three thousand miles of sea and through strange England's smiling, and into a wee Scots Highland town there is a lad who's crying. Oh fool the world, he could, he could, a man at twenty years . . . but all alone in that Highland town there is a boy in tears.

Feeling at moments of deathlike being; all human beings are worthy of love. Waking you feel the bitterness of the world; therein lies all your unresolved guilt; your poem an imperfect penance.

But the poem was a Liebestod and although art cannot but console for what it weeps over, the completion of the poem left him sour and sick and utterly convinced of the henceforward impossibility of love.

You have now learned to see That cats are much like you and me And other people whom we find Possessed of various types of mind.

The poem is a little myth of man's capacity of making his life meaningful. And in the end, the poem is not a thing we see - it is, rather, a light by which we may see - and what we see is life.

When you know the lyrics to a tune, you have some kind of insight as to it's composition. If you don't understand what it's about, you're depriving yourself of being really able to communicate this poem.

I've got a poem that's in a lot of international anthologies called 'After the Anonymous Swedish' and I thought, 'Well, I'm a Swede. I can make up a Swedish poem.' It turned out pretty good.

A poem is the perfect place to celebrate imperfection and exult in the ways you fall short of being the person you want to be.

Give me my Scallop shell of quiet. You know, they did not print the whole of the Indian song in the subway. Only a few lines. But I know the poem. "It's off in the distance. It came into the room. It's here in the circle." I know the poem. She knows the poem

She knows the poem.

Lyrics are very different. There is a clear line between that and a poem. Something that has been a source of great excitement and delight for me is this idea that I get to rhyme.

The word love has always tasted like the scent of fresh ink and soft paper to me. Like a newly written poem.

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

I don't like a kind of workshop that is about editing--I don't want to sit there and be an editor. I don't want to tell someone how to fix a poem.