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Poetry is not a profession, it is a destiny.
Poetry is not a profession, it is a destiny.
Feel you the barren flattery of a rhyme?
Can poets soothe you, when you pine for bread,
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Feel you the barren flattery of a rhyme?
Can poets soothe you, when you pine for bread,
By winding myrtle round your ruin'd shed?
Poets arent very usefulBecause they aren't consumeful or produceful..
Poets arent very usefulBecause they aren't consumeful or produceful..
If your daily life seems poor, do not blame it; blame yourself that you are not poet enough to call read more
If your daily life seems poor, do not blame it; blame yourself that you are not poet enough to call forth its riches; for the Creator, there is no poverty.
A prose writer gets tired of writing prose, and wants to be a poet. So he begins every line with read more
A prose writer gets tired of writing prose, and wants to be a poet. So he begins every line with a capital letter, and keeps on writing prose.
For there is no heroic poem in the world but is at bottom a
biography, the life of a read more
For there is no heroic poem in the world but is at bottom a
biography, the life of a man; also, it may be said, there is no
life of a man, faithfully recorded, but is a heroic poem of its
sort, rhymed or unrhymed.
CONSIDERING THE VOID
When I behold the charm
of evening skies, their lulling endurance;
the patterns of stars with read more
CONSIDERING THE VOID
When I behold the charm
of evening skies, their lulling endurance;
the patterns of stars with names
of bears and dogs, a swan, a virgin;
other planets that the Voyager showed
were like and so unlike our own,
with all their diverse moons,
bright discs, weird rings, and cratered faces;
comets with their streaming tails
bent by pressure from our sun;
the skyscape of our Milky Way
holding in its shimmering disc
an infinity of suns
(or say a thousand billion);
knowing there are holes of darkness
gulping mass and even light,
knowing that this galaxy of ours
is one of multitudes
in what we call the heavens,
it troubles me. It troubles me.
-President Jimmy Carter- (he has written a volume of poetry as well as a novel, The Hornet's Nest,
about the Revolutionary War).
Poetry is the journal of a sea animal living on land, wanting to fly in the air.
Poetry is the journal of a sea animal living on land, wanting to fly in the air.
In poetry, you must love the words, the ideas and the images and rhythms with all your capacity to love read more
In poetry, you must love the words, the ideas and the images and rhythms with all your capacity to love anything at all.