#poet

Poets can't march in protest or do that sort of thing. I feel that's against the rules, and pointless. If mankind wants a great big final bang, that's what it'll get. One should never protest against anything unless it's going to have an effect. None of those marches do. One should either be silent or go straight to the top. ↗

— Robert Graves

#apocalypse #change #poets #protest #change

If you prefer, I'll be pure raging meat, or if you prefer, as the sky changes tone, I'll be absolutely tender, not a man, but a cloud in trousers! ↗

— Vladimir Mayakovsky

#russian-poetry #change

Where had I heard this wind before Change like this to a deeper roar? What would it take my standing there for, Holding open a restive door, Looking down hill to a frothy shore? Summer was past and day was past. Somber clouds in the west were massed. Out in the porch's sagging floor, leaves got up in a coil and hissed, Blindly struck at my knee and missed. Something sinister in the tone Told me my secret must be known: Word I was in the house alone Somehow must have gotten abroad, Word I was in my life alone, Word I had no one left but God. ↗

— Robert Frost

#change

Poets may be delightful creatures in the meadow or the garret, but they are menaces on the assembly line. ↗

— Rollo May

#creativity #poets #courage

Every man needs his Siren To check his courage and strength When he hears her song In his travels through the unknown. ↗

— Dejan Stojanovic

#dejan-stojanovic #literature #literature-quotes #poetry #poetry-quotes

th' unconquerable will,/ And study of revenge, immortal hate,/ And courage never to submit or yield/ And what is else not to be overcome? ↗

— John Milton

#genesis #satan #war #courage

I know the place. It is true. Everything we do Corrects the space Between death and me And you. ↗

— Harold Pinter

#death

I touch you knowing we weren't born tomorrow, and somehow, each of us will help the other live, and somewhere, each of us must help the other die. ↗

— Adrienne Rich

#death-and-dying #love #poetry #death

It is always better to avenge dear ones than to indulge in mourning. For every one of us, living in this world means waiting for our end. Let whoever can win glory before death. When a warrior is gone, that will be his best and only bulwark. ↗

— Seamus Heaney

#poetry #revenge #death

The red washing down the bathtub can't change the color of the sea at all. ↗

— Derrick C. Brown

#depression #poem #poetry #suicide #change