#poetry

A poem for Beth: Roses are red, Violets are blue, I didn’t know what love meant, until I looked it up in the dictionary.

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— Jarod Kintz

#funny #love #poem #poet #poetry

Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does. ↗

— Allen Ginsberg

#does #expression #line #lying #making

The flower is the poetry of reproduction. It is an example of the eternal seductiveness of life. ↗

— Jean Giraudoux

#eternal #example #flower #life #poetry

I think I'm a very good reader of poetry, but obviously, like everybody, I have a set of criteria for reading poems, and I'm not shy about presenting them, so if people ask for my critical response to a poem, I tell them what works and why, and what doesn't work and why. ↗

— Diane Wakoski

#ask #criteria #critical #everybody #good

I'm perfectly happy when I look out at an audience and it's all women. I always think it's kind of odd, but then, more women than men, I think, read and write poetry. ↗

— Diane Wakoski

#audience #happy #i #i always #i think

It's something we, guys, have all done. Made tapes for girls, trying to impress them, to meet them on a shared plane of aesthetics. Read them someone else's poetry because they do poetry better than you could do it, because you're too awkward to do it. ↗

— John Cusack

#because #better #could #done #else

Poetry is composing for the breath. ↗

— Peter Davison

#composing #poetry

She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that’s best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes: Thus mellow’d to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies. One shade the more, one ray the less, Had half impair’d the nameless grace Which waves in every raven tress, Or softly lightens o’er her face; Where thoughts serenely sweet express How pure, how dear their dwelling-place. And on that cheek, and o’er that brow, So soft, so calm, yet eloquent, The smiles that win, the tints that glow, But tell of days in goodness spent, A mind at peace with all below, A heart whose love is innocent. ↗

— George Gordon Byron

#poetry #beauty

All good poetry is forged slowly and patiently, link by link, with sweat and blood and tears. ↗

— Alfred Douglas

#forged #good #link #patiently #poetry

Jen's Mum Will Write Jen's mum writes advertising copy. She specializes in white goods: washing machines, dryers, fridges, freezers, dishwashers. She hates these appliances hulking in corners, power-hungry and fractious. One day, she will have a wood stove, and she'll write about things that matter- she will write about birth and death, about love and the absence of love, about fathers and children, about mothers and daughters, about lovers and friends. She'll write about the whole goddamn wonderful, awful business of loving and being loved ↗

— Margaret Wild

#love #margaret-wild #poetry #business