“It seems to me a purely lyric poet gives himself, right down to his sex, to his mood, utterly and abandonedly, whirls himself roundtill he spontaneously combusts into verse. He has nothing that goes on, no passion, only a few intense moods, separate like odd stars, and when each has burned away, he must die.” GivingSeemsPoetryDiesPassionStarsSexPoetGoes OnMoodIntenseOddBurnedVerses Author:D. H. Lawrence
“I think, as poets, we are in the odd position of constantly defending our art form. Which is funny and also sort of invigorating, too. No one really says, "Oh you're a lawyer? I've never understood the law. In fact, I kind of hate it." Or, "Oh you wait tables? I didn't know that was something people did." I say it can be invigorating because, on some level, we have to evaluate what we do and why we do it almost daily. We have to explain ourselves to people all the time. We have to say, "Yes, I am a unicorn, believe in me."” PeopleThinkingBelieveKindArtHateWaitingPoetLawyerOddBelieve In MeUnicorn Author:Ada Limon
“But for a few phrases from his letters and an odd line or two of his verse, the poet walks gagged through his own biography.” TwoLiteratureLinesWalksPoetLettersOddPhrasesPoeticVersesBiographiesMy Biography Book:Odd Jobs: Essays and Criticism Source: Odd Jobs: Essays and Criticism