#poem

Each poem in becoming generates the laws by which it is generated: extensions of the laws to other poems never completely take. ↗

— A. R. Ammons

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I sometimes like to tinker with poems that have failed, ones that I have sent aside. Even years afterward, I will revisit them if there is something about them that I cannot give up on. ↗

— John Barton

#aside #cannot #even #failed #give

Why does one always ask a writer why they stopped? I am sure everyone finds in any drawer a few dear poems. ↗

— Peter Bichsel

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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

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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

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

— Richard Corliss

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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

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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