#poe

Why are you so hard on yourself? I love you just the way you are, with your withered coat and wet scarf dangling like a spotless chandelier. The snow banks in Montreal are high, but I can see your trace, and silent grace and tin cup through the paned window. The precipitation melts your face, distorting your expression through the aged glass; broken, when I threw ancient stones to get your attention as a child. I wanted a friend. The honest kind. ↗

— V.S. Atbay - Epiphany A Collection of Poems

#poetry-quotes #age

I can't understand these chaps who go round American universities explaining how they write poems: It's like going round explaining how you sleep with your wife. ↗

— Philip Larkin

#chaps #explaining #go #going #how

What does that represent? There was never any question in plastic art, in poetry, in music, of representing anything. It is a matter of making something beautiful, moving, or dramatic - this is by no means the same thing. ↗

— Fernand Leger

#anything #art #beautiful #does #dramatic

Things are always terrible for some people. The question is the ratio of the palpable hurt to the general session of life in an era. ↗

— Maureen N. McLane

#hurt #life #outlook #pain #poem

Poetry is not communication with angels or with the "subconscious." It is communication with the guts, genitals, and five portals of sense. Nothing more. ↗

— Thomas Pynchon

#communication

Arranging a bowl of flowers in the morning can give a sense of quiet in a crowded day - like writing a poem or saying a prayer. ↗

— Anne Morrow Lindbergh

#arranging #bowl #crowded #day #flowers

I knew what book we had to write, it was clear in my head; it was journals and poetry. So I passed on their offer. I told my agent this is our vision, and no one's done it this way. ↗

— Kenny Loggins

#book #clear #done #had #head

Klopstock was questioned regarding the meaning of a passage in his poem. He replied, 'God and I both knew what it meant once; now God alone knows.' ↗

— Cesare Lombroso

#both #god #his #i #knew

Poetry leads us to the unstructured sources of our beings, to the unknown, and returns us to our rational, structured selves refreshed. Having once experienced the mystery, plenitude, contradiction, and composure of a work of art, we afterward have a built-in resistance to the slogans and propaganda of oversimplification that have often contributed to the destruction of human life. Poetry is a verbal means to a nonverbal source. It is a motion to no-motion, to the still point of contemplation and deep realization. ↗

— A.R. Ammons

#art

Poems seem to have a life of their own. They tell you when enough is enough. ↗

— Thomas Lynch

#enough is enough #life #own #poems #seem