I long for poems of an inner harmony in utter contrast to the chaos in which they exist.
Denise LevertovThe first poems I knew were nursery rhymes, and before I could read them for myself, I had come to love just the words of them, the words alone.
Dylan ThomasIn the total darkness, poetry is still there, and it is there for you.
Abbas KiarostamiIt may be said that poems are in one way like icebergs: only about a third of their bulk appears above the surface of the page.
WritingHoward NemerovPeace goes into the making of a poem as flour goes into the making of bread.
Peace, BreadPablo NerudaAll that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring.
Renewed shall be blade that was broken
The crownless again shall be king.
Still round the corner there may wait
A new road or a secret gate
And though I oft have passed them by
A day will come at last when I
Shall take the hidden paths that run
West of the Moon, East of the Sun.
I believed that I wanted to be a poet, but deep down I just wanted to be a poem.
Jaime Gil de BiedmaDo not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there, I do not sleep,
I am a thousands winds that blow,
I am the diamond glint on snow,
I am the sunnlight in ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there, I do not die.
Poetry, she thought, wasn't written to be analyzed, it was meant to inspire without reason, to touch without understanding.
WritingNicholas Sparks in The NotebookA living poem had always been the words that came to mind when he tried to describe her to others.
Writing, InspirationNicholas Sparks in The NotebookWhat was it when I looked at you
What power has chained me through and through
And binds my heart with links so tight
I can not live without the sight - of you
Did you hear about the rose that grew from a crack in the concrete?
Proving nature's law is wrong it learned to walk without having feet
Funny it seems, but by keeping it's dreams, it learned to breathe fresh air
Long live the rose that grew from concrete when no one else even cared
When power leads men towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations.
Poesie, Power, ArroganzJohn F. Kennedy