#poe

Music, when soft voices die, Vibrates in the memory, Odours, when sweet violets sicken, Live within the sense they quicken. Rose leaves, when the rose is dead, Are heaped for the beloved's bed; And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone, Love itself shall slumber on. ↗

— Percy Bysshe Shelley

#funeral #grief #love #mourning #poem

At the age of four, you were an artist. And at seven, you were a poet. ↗

— Seth Godin

#artists #conformity #creativity #nonconformity #poetry

If I wrote in a sonnet form, I would be distorting. Or if I had some great new idea for line breaks and I used it in a poem, but it's really not right for that poem, but I wanted it, that would be distorting. ↗

— Sharon Olds

#distorting #form #great #had #i

Write to me your most perfect epitaph, or I shall compare a poet to a lecturer. Thou art more Spartan than a ballad monger who makes his living as a Wal-Mart greeter; ↗

— Scott Jonathan Nixon

#art

In many ways, religion comes from the same place in us that art comes from. The language of the human heart if poetry ↗

— Krista Tippett

#heart #humanity #language #poetry #religion

A discrete series is a series of terms each of which is empirically derived, each one of which is empirically true. And this is the reason for the fragmentary character of those poems. ↗

— George Oppen

#derived #discrete #each #empirically #fragmentary

Clarity, clarity, surely clarity is the most beautiful thing in the world, A limited, limiting clarity I have not and never did have any motive of poetry But to achieve clarity. ↗

— George Oppen

#any #beautiful #beautiful thing #clarity #did

Where music thundered let the mind be still, Where the will triumphed let there be no will, What light revealed, now let the dark fulfill. ↗

— May Sarton

#poetry #death

My subject is War, and the pity of War. The Poetry is in the pity. ↗

— Wilfred Owen

#poetry #subject #war

I want to learn the language of the sun, and burn Agatha’s eyes out with my love poems. ↗

— Jarod Kintz

#language #poem #funny