Before the first before and after the last after, there is night waiting.

We like to admit to only that which already glows, although it is nobler to support brightness before it glows, not afterwards.

After Homer and Dante, is a whole century of creating worth one Shakespeare?

But are not the dreams of poets and the tales of travellers notoriously false?

What’s the use of writing poetry for your peers? I don’t think I should sell my poetry to other poets. If that’s who my audience is, I’m dead, I’m not going to make any money.

Folks say I’ve never been quite right since – but they only say that because I’m a poet, and because nothing ever worries me. Poets are so rare in Blair Water folks don’t understand them,...

A chronic poet should always be an inveterate nature-lover.

…when a good poet is confronted with difficult facts that he knows to be true but also are inimical to poetry, he has no choice but to flee to the margins; it was…this very retreat...

Irish improves a poet.

i have laughedmore than daffodilsand cried more than June.

Whatever you get out of poetry – take it. take it. take it. Words are better off felt than understood.

Want of imagination makes things unreal enough to be destroyed. By imagination I mean knowledge and love. I mean compassion. People of power kill children, the old send the young to die, because they have...

Annant is Pickwick paperless, the hunter of wisdom and due to Lovelace heart, a budding poet-ass.

It’s not easy to write a poem about a poem.

Our desire to say more grows bigger and what to say about it, except that saying is not always about saying, growing is not always about growing.

Either you will be you or you will not be at all.

Existence is the end of endless eternity without a beginning or an end.

The poet must be more useful than any other member if his tribe.

Behold yon rough and flinty roadWhere youth, now youth no more,Gropes whining, seeking crumbs of loavesHe cast away of yore.

Poets should be crazy-but only in their poems.

Every writer should know their target. Aim for the heart ~ hit that and all which follows is sheer ecstasy.

Poetry is one of my guilty pleasures and I want to thank you poets for providing me with beautiful words that I can devour and selfishly indulge in any time I want. ♥-Nina Jean Slack

I act as the tongue of you,… tied in your mouth . . . . in mine it begins to be loosened.

it was the kind of moonthat I would want to send back to my ancestorsand gift to my descendantsso they know that I too,have been bruised…by beauty.

Copywriters, journalists, mainstream authors, ghostwriters, bloggers and advertising creatives have as much right to think of themselves as good writers as academics, poets, or literary novelists.

It is as if the soul of the continent is weeping. Why does it weep? It weeps for the bones of the buffalo. It weeps for magic that has been forgotten. It weeps for the...

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...

Superior poets say what they really feel. Mediocre poets say what they decide to feel. Inferior poets say what they think they should feel.

What we call life is only talk of nature.

It is easy to see the glow but hard to recognize the awakening of silence.

He did not waste time in a vain search for a place in history.

Burning the witch Giordano Bruno is one more wound inflicted on Christ’s body.

All poets and story tellers alive today make a single brotherhood; they are engaged in a single work, picturing our human life. Whoever pictures life as he sees it, reassembles in his own way the...

On a small table beside his chair were other haphazardly stacked volumes by such poets as Emerson, Whitman, and Wallace Stevens, a dangerous crew to let into your head.

I am hard to disgust, but a pretentious poet can do it

When Great Trees FallWhen great trees fall,rocks on distant hills shudder,lions hunker downin tall grasses,and even elephantslumber after safety.When great trees fallin forests,small things recoil into silence,their senseseroded beyond fear.When great souls die,the air around...

Sometimes writers (poets) expect me to think far deeper than I’m willing to dig.

The poet is much more the one who inspires,than the one who is inspired.

i want to be in love with youthe same wayi am in love with the moonwith the lightshiningout of its soul.

I waited for the seasons of love to pass from this cold winter to the summer heat I dreamed of.

& love is an evil word. Turn it backwards/see, see what I mean? An evol word.

The same word we love and hate, leaves in different directions, taking different paths.

Accidents are not accidents but precise arrivals at the wrong right time.

Statesmen are grocers, ambitious clowns.

Sunbathe from within.

He is smitten on the brain, -he reads and writes verses! I caught him in the act! Fools might say he was inspired; but I know it is the first and worst symptom of lunacy....

I say, ‘Get me some poets as managers.’ Poets are our original systems thinkers. They contemplate the world in which we live and feel obligated to interpret, and give expression to it in a way...

Blessed are the weird people: poets, misfits, writersmystics, painters, troubadoursfor they teach us to see the world through different eyes.

Only the writers can change or fix the past by going back to edit old works

I had no more alphabetthan the journeying of the swallows,the pure and tiny waterof the small, fiery birdthat dances rising from the pollen.