#poetry

I loved a woman whose beauty Like the moon moved all the humming heavens to music till the stars with their tiny teeth burst into song and I fell on the ground before her while the sky hardened and she laughed and turned me down softly, I was so young. ↗

— Peter Meinke

#poetry #rejection #beauty

I'm not really quiet or shy. Ask any of my friends! But I always ground my poetry in life itself. Poetry is an art of language, though, so I am always aware of every word's meaning, or multiple meanings. ↗

— Anne Stevenson

#am #any #art #ask #aware

At the round earth's imagined corners blow Your trumpets, angels, and arise, arise From death, you numberless infinities Of souls, and to your scattered bodies go ; All whom the flood did, and fire shall o'erthrow, All whom war, dea[r]th, age, agues, tyrannies, Despair, law, chance hath slain, and you, whose eyes Shall behold God, and never taste death's woe. But let them sleep, Lord, and me mourn a space ; For, if above all these my sins abound, 'Tis late to ask abundance of Thy grace, When we are there. Here on this lowly ground, Teach me how to repent, for that's as good As if Thou hadst seal'd my pardon with Thy blood. ↗

— John Donne

#poetry #religion #age

The sort of poetry I seek resides in objects man can't touch. ↗

— E. M. Forster

#man #objects #poetry #resides #seek

Life defined only as the opposite of death is not life. ↗

— Mahmoud Darwish

#poetry #death

This is the way the world ends/ This is the way the world ends/ This is the way the world ends/ Not with a bang but a whimper. ↗

— T.S. Eliot

#mortality #poetry #death

I can find some way to make poetry out of my life's experiences. ↗

— Shelby Lynne

#find #i #i can #life #make

A grain of poetry suffices to season a century. ↗

— Jose Marti

#grain #poetry #season #suffices

To me, Doors fans were always the 16-year-old idiots at parties, getting stoned, and talking about how Morrison's lyrics were like poetry... like that was a deep thought. ↗

— Bruce McCulloch

#always #deep #doors #fans #getting

Poetry has done enough when it charms, but prose must also convince. ↗

— H. L. Mencken

#charms #convince #done #enough #must