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Poem Quotes (page 18)

Robert Penn Warren quote: "The poem is a little myth of man's capacity of making life..."
The poem is a little myth of man's capacity of making life meaningful. Robert Penn Warren
But to do its noticing and judging, poetry balances itself on the pinprick of the moment. Slowing down, stopping yourself completely, to read and understand a poem is like trying to acquire an old-fashioned skill.... Ian Mcewan
when the years have all passed, there will gape the uncomfortable and unpredictable dark void of death, and into this I shall at last fall headlong, down and down and down, and the prospect of that fall, that uprooting, that rending apart of body and spirit, that taking off into so blank an unknown, drowns me in mortal fear and mortal grief. After all, life, for all its agonies of despair and loss and guilt, is exciting and beautiful, amusing and artful and endearing, full of liking and of... Rose Macaulay
God would seem to indicate to us and not allow us to doubt that these beautiful poems are not human, or the work of man, but divine and the work of God; and that the poets are only the interpreters of the Gods... Socrates
I can’t help but notice that you keep writing love poetry to my wife. Well, you see, I married her, which makes her my wife. You know what you might want to try? Writing some poems about the sunset. The sunset isn’t fucking married. A. J. Jacobs
In Irena’s head the alcohol plays a double role: it frees her fantasy, encourages her boldness, makes her sensual, and at the same time it dims her memory. She makes love wildly, lasciviously, and at the same time the curtain of oblivion wraps her lewdness in an all-concealing darkness. As if a poet were writing his greatest poem with ink that instantly disappears. Milan Kundera
E. E. Cummings quote: "the poems to come are for you and for me and are not for..."
the poems to come are for you and for me and are not for mostpeople... you and i are human beings; mostpeople are snobs. E. E. Cummings
You played it with great seriousness. And it is not such an uncommon game. Do you know Ibsen's poem -- To live it to do battle with trolls in the vaults of the heart and brain. To write: that is to sit in judgement over one's self." Robertson Davies
J. D. Salinger quote: "They're just people that write poems that get published and..."
They're just people that write poems that get published and anthologized all over the place but they're not poets. J. D. Salinger
Paulo Coelho quote: "When trying to seduce a woman, a writer says: 'I'm a writer',..."
When trying to seduce a woman, a writer says: 'I'm a writer', and scribbles a poem on a napkin. It always works. Paulo Coelho
When he went blundering back to God, His songs half written, his work half done, Who knows what paths his bruised feet trod, What hills of peace or pain he won? I hope God smiled and took his hand, And said, "Poor truant, passionate fool! Life’s book is hard to understand: Why couldst thou not remain at school?" A poem by Charles Hanson Towne Mitch Albom
A poetess who had died young of cancer had said in one of her poems that for her, on sleepless nights, 'the night offers toads and black dogs and corpses of the drowned. Yasunari Kawabata
George Orwell quote: "Winston Smith: [reciting poem] Under the spreading chestnut..."
Winston Smith: [reciting poem] Under the spreading chestnut tree / I sold you / You sold me. George Orwell
According to most philosophers, God in making the world enslaved it. According to Christianity, in making it, He set it free. God had written, not so much a poem, but rather a play; a play he had planned as perfect, but which had necessarily been left to human actors and stage-managers, who had since made a great mess of it. Gilbert K. Chesterton
The tide was a poem that only time could create, and I watched it stream and brim and makes its steady dash homeward, to the ocean. Pat Conroy

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