#poem

With the question of the effect of a poem, the topic of investigation shifts from that of textual autonomy to textual reception - to the issue of what we actually look for or find in reading a poem. ↗

— Thomas Harrison

#autonomy #effect #find #investigation #issue

I used to carry about with me a German map-case filled with poems. ↗

— John C. Hawkes

#carry #filled #german #i #me

My brother used to say that I wrote faster than he could read. He wrote two books - of poems - better than all mine put together. ↗

— Laurence Housman

#books #brother #could #faster #i

On that other novels followed: but I still wrote fairy tales and dreamy poems of another world. ↗

— Laurence Housman

#fairy #fairy tales #followed #i #novels

Just know I am Not there to catch you But I am there for you ↗

— Caleb Warta

#humor #life #life-lessons #poem #poetry

Poems and songs penned as an unstoppable outpouring of the heart take on a life of their own. They transcend the limits of nationality and time as they pass from person to person, from one heart to another. ↗

— Daisaku Ikeda

#heart #life #limits #nationality #outpouring

The birth of a true poet is neither an insignificant event nor an easy delivery. Complications generally begin long before the fated soul carries its dubious light into whatever womb has been kind enough to volunteer the intricate machinery of its blood and prayers and muscles for a gestation period much longer than nine months or even nine years. ↗

— Aberjhani

#creativity #literature #national-poetry-month #poem-in-your-pocket-day #poetry

You might as well ask an artist to explain his art, or ask a poet to explain his poem. It defeats the purpose. The meaning is only clear thorough the search. ↗

— Rick Riordan

#artist #painting #poem #poet #poetry

Out of the huts of history's shame I rise Up from a past that's rooted in pain I rise I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide, Welling and swelling I bear in the tide. Leaving behind nights of terror and fear I rise Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear I rise Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave, I am the dream and the hope of the slave. I rise I rise I rise. ↗

— Maya Angelou

#dreams

Come sleep with me: We won't make Love,Love will make us. ↗

— Julio Cortázar

#poem #relationships #romance #love