#poem

What I'm fighting for now in my work... for an expression relevant to all manner of blacks, poems I could take into a tavern, into the street, into the halls of a housing project. ↗

— Gwendolyn Brooks

#could #expression #fighting #halls #housing

If money isn't everything, why do we toss coins into wishing wells? ↗

— Jaf Liethers

#money #poem #poetic #quote #wealth

Eight years ago, I was drawn into Keats's world by Andrew Motion's biography. Soon I was reading back and forth between Keats's letters and his poems. The letters were fresh, intimate and irreverent, as though he were present and speaking. The Keats spell went very deep for me. ↗

— Jane Campion

#andrew #back #between #biography #deep

Mausoleum air and anguished pauses: If this production were a poem, it would be mostly white space. ↗

— Richard Corliss

#anguished #mostly #pauses #poem #production

The fact that The Bridge contains folk lore and other material suitable to the epic form need not therefore prove its failure as a long lyric poem, with interrelated sections. ↗

— Hart Crane

#contains #epic #fact #failure #folk

A foolish man question: “what is love?” A madman answer: “Love is an omnipresent attribute of human life. Our appetite will always be unfulfilled for love. It is better for us because without it, earth will not rotate, seasons will not change, birds will not sing and life will not exit.” What do you think? ↗

— Santosh Kalwar

#love #poem #romance #change

For many years, I thought a poem was a whisper overheard, not an aria heard. ↗

— Rita Dove

#heard #i #many #overheard #poem

The poem is the literary form of the 21st century. It's able to connect young people in a deep way to language... it's language as play. ↗

— Carol Ann Duffy

#able #century #connect #deep #deep way

It's easy to understand why the most beautiful poems about England in the spring were written by poets living in Italy at the time. ↗

— Philip Dunne

#beautiful #easy #england #italy #living

Verse is not written, it is bled; Out of the poet's abstract head. Words drip the poem on the page; Out of his grief, delight and rage. ↗