#poe

There is no gilding of setting sun or glamor of poetry to light up the ferocious and endless toil of the farmers' wives. ↗

— Hamlin Garland

#farmers #ferocious #glamor #light #poetry

Like a feather in a dust storm, with no direction The Raven flies through life, helpless and omitted Until night declares and the wind expires. Then it flies to the land of stones and etchings And becomes an Ember, breaking away ↗

— Jessica Sorensen

#death

This is the way the world ends/ This is the way the world ends/ This is the way the world ends/ Not with a bang but a whimper. ↗

— T.S. Eliot

#mortality #poetry #death

In order to master the unruly torrent of life the learned man meditates, the poet quivers, and the political hero erects the fortress of his will. ↗

— Jose Ortega y Gasset

#hero #his #learned #learned man #life

The poet begins where the man ends. The man's lot is to live his human life, the poet's to invent what is nonexistent. ↗

— Jose Ortega y Gasset

#ends #his #human #human life #invent

It is not growing like a tree In bulk, doth make Man better be; Or standing long an oak, three hundred year, To fall a log at last, dry, bald, and sere: A lily of a day Is fairer far in May Although it fall and die that night; It was the plant and flower of Light. In small proportions we just beauties see; And in short measures life may perfect be (Ben Jonson) ↗

— Aidan Chambers

#beauty

We don't attempt to have any theme for a number of the anthology, or to have any particular sequence. We just put in things that we like, and then we try to alternate the prose and the poetry. ↗

— James Laughlin

#anthology #any #attempt #just #like

Concrete poets continue to turn out beautiful things, but to me they're more visual than oral, and they almost really belong on the wall rather than in a book. I haven't the least idea of where poetry is going. ↗

— James Laughlin

#beautiful #beautiful things #belong #book #concrete

I think that concrete poetry seems to have, as far as I can see, come to a kind of a dead end. It doesn't seem to be going any further than it went in its high period of about five or six years ago. ↗

— James Laughlin

#ago #any #as far as #come #concrete

I think that is where poetry reading becomes such an individual thing. I mean I have friend who like poets who just don't say anything to me at all, I mean they seem to me rather ordinary and pedestrian. ↗

— James Laughlin

#becomes #friend #i #i think #individual