#poetry

Nexus I wrote stubbornly into the evening. At the window, a giant praying mantis rubbed his monkey wrench head against the glass, begging vacantly with pale eyes; and the commas leapt at me like worms or miniature scythes blackened with age. the praying mantis screeched louder, his ragged jaws opening into formlessness. I walked outside; the grass hissed at my heels. Up ahead in the lapping darkness he wobbled, magnified and absurdly green, a brontosaurus, a poet. ↗

— Rita Dove

#age

Those ancients who in poetry presented the golden age, who sang its happy state, perhaps, in their Parnassus, dreamt this place. Here, mankind's root was innocent; and here were every fruit and never-ending spring; these streams--the nectar of which poets sing. ↗

— Dante Alighieri

#poetry #age

Dying Is an art, like everything else. I do it exceptionally well. I do it so it feels like hell. I do it so it feels real. I guess you could say I've a call. ↗

— Sylvia Plath

#depression #poetry #sadness #suicide #art

Possible is more a matter of attitude, A matter of decision, to choose Among the impossible possibilities, When one sound opportunity Becomes a possible solution. ↗

— Dejan Stojanovic

#choices #decision #decisions #dejan-stojanovic #impossibility

Serious poetry deals with the fundamental conflicts that cannot be logically resolved: we can state the conflicts rationally, but reason does not relieve us of them. ↗

— Allen Tate

#conflicts #deals #does #fundamental #logically

There is probably nothing wrong with art for art's sake if we take the phrase seriously, and not take it to mean the kind of poetry written in England forty years ago. ↗

— Allen Tate

#art #england #forty #forty years #kind

He fertilizes a phrase or a line of poetry for weeks and then gives birth to it in a speech. ↗

— John Colville

#fertilizes #gives #line #phrase #poetry

If there's no money in poetry, neither is there poetry in money. ↗

— Robert Graves

#neither #poetry

You will find poetry nowhere unless you bring some of it with you. ↗

— Joseph Joubert

#bring #find #nowhere #some #unless

Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance. ↗

— Carl Sandburg

#asking #dance #echo #shadow