Quotes About Poem

Light is more important than the lantern, The poem more important than the notebook

There's no artist in this world that doesn't enjoy the dream that if they have bad reviews now, the story of Keats can redeem them, in their fantasy or imagination, in the future. I think Keats' poem 'Endymion' is a really difficult poem, and I'm not surprised that a lot of people pulled it apart in a way.

One breath taken completely; one poem, fully written, fully read - in such a moment, anything can happen.

One way poetry connects is across time. . . . Some echo of a writer's physical experience comes into us when we read her poem.

However strong his opinions and theories, Bash?'s primary allegiance was to the living moment and its accurate, full-hearted presentation. Of the formal requirements of haiku, he said, "If you have three or four, even five or seven extra syllables but the poem still sounds good, don't worry about it. But if one syllable stops the tongue, look at it hard.

I want to write a poem about "Truth," "Honor," "Dignity," and whether the toilet paper should roll over or under when you pull on it.

Dark is a way and light is a place, Heaven that never was Nor will be ever is always true Poem on His Birthday

XVII Lady, i will touch you with my mind. Touch you and touch and touch until you give me suddenly a smile,shyly obscene (lady i will touch you with my mind.)Touch you,that is all, lightly and you utterly will become with infinite care the poem which i do not write.

Lady, i will touch you with my mind. Touch you and touch and touch until you give me suddenly a smile, shyly obscene (lady i will touch you with my mind.)Touch you, that is all, lightly and you utterly will become with infinite ease the poem which i do not write.

lady i will touch you with my mind.) Touch you, that is all/lightly and you utterly will become with infinite care/ the poem which i do not write.

The poem is a cry of the unborn heart. Yes, because the poem perfectly embodies the world, there is no world without poem.

like a poem that's aware of the silence of things you speak so as not to see me

And nobody understands. My whole life is waiting for you. And nevertheless I search for the night of the poem. I'm only thinking of your body but am remaking the body of my poem as somebody trying to heal a wound. — Alejandra Pizarnik, from "[…] Of Silence," Selected Poems , trans. Cecilia Rossi (Waterloo Press, 2010)

Y por qué no me quedé allí y no morir? Era el sueño de la más alta muerte, el sueño de morir haciendo el poema en un espacio ceremonial donde palabras como amor, poesía y libertad eran actos de cuerpo vivo.

ese encuentro es El Poema tal como lo sueño y tal como jamás lo escribiré y tal como nadie lo escribió nunca.

At the height of happiness, I have spoken of a music never heard before. So what? If only I could in a continual state of ecstasy, shaping the body of the pome with my own, rescuing every phrase with my days and weeks, imbuing the poem with my breath while feeding letters of its every word into the offering in this ceremony of living.

il poema di Pedro Manrique, La victoria (1573), cit. in A. Cioranesco, Un poème inconnu de don Pedro Manrique, in Mélanges Mario Roques, Paris 1982, 37-49, 46: «el tercio qu'es de Napoles famosa – le tray don Pedro illustre de Padilla [...]. El de Siçilia [...] le tray don Diego Enriquez [...]. Va don Miguel antiguo de Moncada – con gente catalana y de Valençia, don Lope con la gente de Granada».

Poetic justice, with her lifted scale, Where, in nice balance, truth with gold she weighs, And solid pudding against empty praise. Here she beholds the chaos dark and deep, Where nameless somethings in their causes sleep, Till genial Jacob, or a warm third day, Call forth each mass, a poem, or a play: How hints, like spawn, scarce quick in embryo lie, How new-born nonsense first is taught to cry.

We are a short poem in a endless emptiness page, words are lighthouses that ignites and struggle to deliver light to the dark edges of the infinite, and mystic sounds struggle to give voice to the unlived beings, to bore a young soul to the gate of birth.

When I was in Marine training I memorised 'The Waste Land,' which was a significant experience in terms of really breaking apart language and thinking about how the different voices in that poem function.

For me, a paragraph in a novel is a bit like a line in a poem. It has its own shape, its own music, its own integrity.

That's kind of the challenging thing about writing an inaugural poem. You're speaking to everyone, but you don't also want to speak for everyone.

There is something about a bureaucrat that does not like a poem.

I think writing a poem is like being a greyhound. Writing a novel is like being a mule. You go up one long row, then down another, and try not to look up too often to see how far you still have to go.