#poe

I have had much to learn from Sweden's poetry and, more especially, from her lyrics of the last generation. ↗

— Knut Hamsun

#generation #had #her #i #last

The dance is a poem of which each movement is a word. ↗

— Mata Hari

#each #movement #poem #which #word

Of course poets have morals and manners of their own, and custom is no argument with them. ↗

— Thomas Hardy

#course #custom #manners #morals #own

The poetry from the eighteenth century was prose; the prose from the seventeenth century was poetry. ↗

— David Hare

#eighteenth #eighteenth century #poetry #prose #seventeenth

A true poem is a thing of awe. A true poem is a struggle unto death. A true poem is another land Where one sojourns When one is past deaths door. A true poem is made of words that linger on when all the others in one's life are washed away: one single kernel, but one from which can sprout life all anew. Stream then all over me Arusubanya of the world. Perhaps one day,one day, my mouth will burst asunder to utter but two words for simple souls which,as they grow,will sprout ripe stars which even now I am searching for. ↗

— Trefossa

#suriname #death

The completely solitary self: that's where poetry comes from, and it gets isolated by crisis, and those crises are often very intimate also. ↗

— Seamus Heaney

#comes #completely #crises #crisis #gets

If a line of poetry strays into my memory, my skin bristles so that the razor ceases to act. ↗

— A. E. Housman

#bristles #ceases #into #line #memory

There's not a good poet I know who has not at the beck and call of his memory a vast quantity of poetry that composes his mental library. ↗

— Anthony Hecht

#call #composes #good #his #i

breathe in experience breathe out poetry ↗

— Muriel Rukeyser

#poetry #experience

All of us,' he said, 'have hopes of being poet, artist, discoverer, philospoher, scientist; of possessing the attributes of all these simultaneously. Few are permitted to achieve any of them in daily life. But in travel we attain them all. Then we have our day of glory, when all our dreams come true, when we can be anything we like, as long as we like, and, when we are tired of it, pull up stakes and move on. Travel -- the solitude of the mountains, the emptiness of the desert, the delicacy of the minaret; eternal change, limitless contrast, unending variety.' (Eric Lang) ↗

— Robert Edison Fulton Jr.

#daily-life #discovere #eternal-change #glory #hopes