“The poet in prose or verse - the creator - can only stamp his images forcibly on the page in proportion as he has forcibly felt, ardently nursed, and long brooded over them.” LongPoetryFeltPoetPagesCreatorProportionProseVersesStamps Author:Edward Bulwer-Lytton, 1st Baron Lytton
“I'm not lookin' for someone who can save me. Life rafts might keep you afloat but they rarely get you anywhere and I've got places I wanna go. So break me in two, peel back my rib cage and cover every page of my heart with love poems you will burn someday.” InspirationalHeartTwoMightPoetryBreakMy HeartPagesSomedayCagesLove PoemsSave MeRibsRib Cage Author:Andrea Gibson
“Isn't it curious how one has only to open a book of verse to realise immediately that it was written by a very fine poet, or else that it was written by someone who is not a poet at all. In the case of the former, the lines, the images, though they are inherent in each other, leap up and give one this shock of delight. In the case of the latter, they lie flat on the page, never having lived.” GivingBookLyingPoetryLinesCasesWrittenPoetFinePagesDelightCuriousFormerShockLatterFlatsLeapRealisingInherentVerses Author:Edith Sitwell
“Poetry, I thought then, and still do, is a matter of space on the page interrupted by a few well-chosen words, to give them importance. Prose is a less grand affair which has to stretch to the edges of the page to be convincing.” GivingWellsStillsMatterPoetryLiteratureSpacePagesImportanceAffairEdgesChosenProseConvincingInterrupted Book:Auto da Fay: A Memoir Source: Auto da Fay: A Memoir
“There is no Frigate like a book to take us lands away nor any coursers like a page of prancing Poetry.” BookPoetryReadingLandPagesLiteracyEmilyBooks And ReadingLibraries Books And ReadingPrancing Author:Emily Dickinson
“The reverie we intend to study is poetic reverie. This is a reverie which poetry puts on the right track, the track an expanding consciousness follows. This reverie is written, or, at least, promises to be written. It is already facing the great universe of the blank page. Then images begin to compose and fall into place.” PoetryFallUniverseConsciousnessStudyWrittenPromisePagesTrackPoeticBlankExpandingReverieFall Into PlaceBlank PagesRight Track Author:Gaston Bachelard
“Peitaho Heavy rains fall on Yuyen, the northland kingdom of swallows. White pages of rain envelop the sky, and fishing boats off the Island of the Emperor Chin disappear on the ocean. Which way have they gone? More than a thousand years ago the mighty emperor Tsao Tsao cracked his whip and drove his army against the Tartars. He left us a poem: "Let us move east to the Stone Mountains." Today we still shiver in the autumn gale, in desolate winds, yet another man is in the world.” MenWorldWayYearsStillsTodayMovingPoetryFallLeftWhiteGoneSkyWindThousandMountainOceanPagesRainYears AgoStonesArmyHeavyEastDisappearKingdomsBoatIslandsFishingAutumnThousand YearsAnother ManEmperorWhipsChinsCrackedShiverDesolateGaleFishing BoatsHeavy Rain Author:Mao Zedong
“Everyone of them words rang true and glowed like burning coal, pouring off every page like it was written in my soul from me to you.” SoulPoetryWrittenPagesMy SoulBurningCoalPouringBurning Coal Book:Lyrics:1962-2012 Source: Lyrics:1962-2012