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Quotes tagged as "poetry" (showing 841-870 of 3,000)John Gillespie Magee Jr.�Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of EarthAnd danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;Sunward I've climbed, and joined the tumbling mirthOf sun-split clouds, � and done a hundred thingsYou have not dreamed of � wheeled and soared and swungHigh in the sunlit silence. Hov'ring there,I've chased the shouting wind along, and flungMy eager craft through footless halls of air. . . .

Up, up the long, delirious burning blueI've topped the wind-swept heights with easy graceWhere never lark, or ever eagle flew �And, while with silent, lifting mind I've trodThe high untrespassed sanctity of space,Put out my hand, and touched the face of God.� ? John Gillespie Magee Jr.tags: aviation, poetry 68 likes LikeNicholas Sparks�And I learned what is obvious to a child. That life is simply a collection of little lives, each lived one day at a time. That each day should be spent finding beauty in flowers and poetry and talking to animals. That a day spent with dreaming and sunsets and refreshing breezes cannot be bettered.� ? Nicholas Sparks, The Notebooktags: beauty, breezes, child, dreaming, poetry, sunsets 66 likes LikePercy Bysshe Shelley�Poetry

Love's Philosophy

The fountains mingle with the river And the rivers with the ocean, The winds of heaven mix for ever With a sweet emotion; Nothing in the world is single, All things by a law divine In one another's being mingle� Why not I with thine?

See the mountains kiss high heaven, And the waves clasp one another; No sister-flower would be forgiven If it disdain'd its brother; And the sunlight clasps the earth, And the moonbeams kiss the sea� What are all these kissings worth, If thou kiss not me?� ? Percy Bysshe Shelleytags: poetry 51 likes LikeJulian Barnes�Everything you invent is true: you can be sure of that. Poetry is a subject as precise as geometry.� ? Julian Barnes, Flaubert's Parrottags: art, creativity, poetry, poets, reality, writers, writing 36 likes LikeAberjhani�In a world gushing blood day and night, you never stop mopping up pain.� ? Aberjhani, The River of Winged Dreamstags: blood, despair, grief, national-poetry-month, pain, peace-movement, poetry, violence, war-in-the-21st-century, warfare 36 likes LikeSeamus Heaney�History says, Don�t hopeOn this side of the grave,But then, once in a lifetimeThe longed-for tidal waveOf justice can rise up,And hope and history rhyme� ? Seamus Heaneytags: hope, poetry 34 likes LikeT.J. Klune�Otter! Otter! Otter!Don�t lead cows to slaughter!I love you, and I knowI should�ve told you soon-aBut you didn�t buy the dolphin-safe tuna!� ? T.J. Klune, Bear, Otter, and the Kidtags: funny, poetry 31 likes LikeLawrence Ferlinghetti�Poetry is the shadow cast by our streetlight imaginations.� ? Lawrence Ferlinghettitags: lyricism, poetry 28 likes LikeMark Strand�In a fieldI am the absenceof field.This isalways the case.Wherever I amI am what is missing.� ? Mark Strand, New Selected Poemstags: poetry, self 26 likes Like

Michelangelo�Dear to me is sleep: still more, being made of stone,While pain and guilt still linger here below,Blindness and numbness--these please me alone;Then do not wake me, keep your voices low.� ? Michelangelotags: poetry 24 likes LikeTao Lin�loneliness can fly a helicopter through a cut-out shapeof a helicopter the same size as the helicopterand that's it's only skilland it isn't good enoughbut it's still amazing.� ? Tao Lin, this emotion was a little e-booktags: humor, loneliness, poetry, skill 24 likes Like�here�s a toast to Alan Turingborn in harsher, darker timeswho thought outside the containerand loved outside the linesand so the code-breaker was brokenand we�re sorryyes now the s-word has been spokenthe official conscience woken� very carefully scripted but at least it�s not encrypted �and the story does suggesta part 2 to the Turing Test:1. can machines behave like humans?2. can we?� ? Matt Harveytags: cryptography, cs, gay, glbt, history, poetry, turing, uk, wwii 24 likes LikeW.H. Auden�Poetry makes nothing happen.� ? W.H. Audentags: poetry, poets 23 likes LikeAlexander Pope�True Wit is Nature to advantage dress'dWhat oft was thought, but ne'er so well express'd;Something whose truth convinced at sight we find,That gives us back the image of our mind.As shades more sweetly recommend the light,So modest plainness sets off sprightly wit.� ? Alexander Pope, An Essay on Criticismtags: poetry, wit 23 likes LikeOmar Khayyam�Here with a Loaf of Bread beneath the Bough,A Flask of Wine, a Book of Verse - and ThouBeside me singing in the Wilderness -And Wilderness is Paradise enow.� ? Omar Khayyamtags: bread, companionship, life, love, paradise, poetry, satisfaction, sufficiency, wine 23 likes LikeGreg Bear�Once, poets were magicians. Poets were strong, stronger than warriors or kings � stronger than old hapless gods. And they will be strong once again.� ? Greg Beartags: poetry, poets 22 likes LikeAnne Sexton�Live or die, but don't poison everything...

Well, death's been herefor a long time --it has a hell of a lotto do with helland suspicion of the eyeand the religious objectsand how I mourned themwhen they were made obsceneby my dwarf-heart's doodle.The chief ingredientis mutilation.And mud, day after day,mud like a ritual,and the baby on the platter,cooked but still human,cooked also with little maggots,sewn onto it maybe by somebody's mother,the damn bitch!

Even so,I kept right on going on,a sort of human statement,lugging myself as ifI were a sawed-off bodyin the trunk, the steamer trunk.This became perjury of the soul.It became an outright lieand even though I dressed the bodyit was still naked, still killed.It was caughtin the first place at birth,like a fish.But I play it, dressed it up,dressed it up like somebody's doll.

Is life something you play?And all the time wanting to get rid of it?And further, everyone yelling at youto shut up. And no wonder!People don't like to be toldthat you're sickand then be forcedto watchyoucomedown with the hammer.

Today life opened inside me like an eggand there insideafter considerable diggingI found the answer.What a bargain!There was the sun,her yolk moving feverishly,tumbling her prize --and you realize she does this daily!I'd known she was a purifierbut I hadn't thoughtshe was solid,hadn't known she was an answer.

God! It's a dream,lovers sprouting in the yardlike celery stalksand better,a husband straight as a redwood,two daughters, two sea urchings,picking roses off my hackles.If I'm on fire they dance around itand cook marshmallows.And if I'm icethey simply skate on mein little ballet costumes.

Here,all along,thinking I was a killer,anointing myself dailywith my little poisons.But no.I'm an empress.I wear an apron.My typewriter writes.It didn't break the way it warned.Even crazy, I'm as niceas a chocolate bar.Even with the witches' gymnasticsthey trust my incalculable city,my corruptible bed.

O dearest three,I make a soft reply.The witch comes onand you paint her pink.I come with kisses in my hoodand the sun, the smart one,rolling in my arms.So I say Liveand turn my shadow three times roundto feed our puppies as they come,the eight Dalmatians we didn't drown,despite the warnings: The abort! The destroy!Despite the pails of water that waited,to drown them, to pull them down like stones,they came, each one headfirst, blowing bubbles the color of cataract-blueand fumbling for the tiny tits.Just last week, eight Dalmatians,3/4 of a lb., lined up like cord woodeachlike abirch tree.I promise to love more if they come,because in spite of crueltyand the stuffed railroad cars for the ovens,I am not what I expected. Not an Eichmann.The poison just didn't take.So I won't hang around in my hospital shift,repeating The Black Mass and all of it.I say Live, Live because of the sun,the dream, the excitable gift.� ? Anne Sexton, The Complete Poems

tags: poetry 21 likes Like�Secretly, deep down, everybody on Earth believes they can write poetry, apart from the members of the Poets' Guild, who know they can't.� ? K.J. Parkertags: humor, poetry 21 likes LikeWilliam Sansom�What is the colour of Christmas?Red? The red of the toyshops on a dark winter�s afternoon,Of Father Christmas and the robin�s breast?Or green?Green of holly and spruce and mistletoe in the house,dark shadow of summer in leafless winter?One might plainly add a romance of white,fields of frost and snow;thus white, green, red- reducing the event to the level of a Chianti bottle. But many will say that the significant colour is gold,gold of fire and treasure, of light in the winter dark; and this gets closer, For the true colour of Christmas is Black.Black of winter, black of night, black of frost and of the east wind,black of dangerous shadows beyond the firelight.

I am not sure who wrote this. I got it from page nine of �A Book of Christmas� by William Sansom. Google didn�t help. It is rather true I think, that the true color of Christmas is black. For like the author said in succeeding sentences �The table yellow with electric light, the fire by which stories are told, the bright spangle of the tree- they all blazé out of shadow and out of a darkness of winter� ? William Sansomtags: poetry 17 likes LikeW.H. Auden�All the rest is silenceOn the other side of the wall,And the silence ripeness,And the ripeness all.� ? W.H. Audentags: poetry, silence 17 likes LikeWilliam Wordsworth�One impulse from a vernal wood May teach you more of man, Of moral evil and of good, Than all the sages can.� ? William Wordsworthtags: nature, poetry 17 likes Like�Silver hidden in the gold,Young man hidden in the old,Laughing lord with weeping eyes,Bring king and ring before sunrise!-Hilarion, The Great and Terrible Quest� ? Margaret Lovett, The Great and Terrible Questtags: king, poetry, quest, riddle 17 likes LikeW.H. Auden�Clear, unscaleable ahead,Rise the mountains of insteadFrom whose cold, cascading streamsNone may drink except in dreams� ? W.H. Audentags: dreams, poetry 15 likes LikeWallace Stevens�The poem must resist the intelligence almost successfully.� ? Wallace Stevens

tags: poetry 14 likes LikeWallace Stevens�Poetry is an abstraction bloodied.� ? Wallace Stevenstags: poetry 14 likes LikeBob Dylan�look, you know i don't wanna come on ungrateful, but that warren report, you know as well as me, just didn't make it. You know, like they might as well have asked some banana salesman from des moines, who was up in toronto on the big day, if he saw anyone around looking suspicious/...� ? Bob Dylan, Tarantulatags: poetry 12 likes LikePablo Neruda�Soy el desesperado, la palabra sin ecos, el que lo perdiò todo, y el que todo lo tuvo.� ? Pablo Neruda, Veinte Poemas de Amor y una Canción Desesperadatags: pablo-neruda, poesía, poetry 11 likes LikeLouise Glück�Balm of the summer night, balm of the ordinary,imperial joy and sorrow of human existence,the dreamed as well as the lived�what could be dearer than this, given the closeness of death?� ? Louise Glück, The Seven Agestags: poetry 11 likes LikeDavid Almond�I sit in my treeI sing like the birdsMy beak is my penMy songs are my poems.� ? David Almond, My Name is Minatags: poetry, writing 11 likes LikeHenry Wadsworth Longfellow�Ye are better than all the balladsThat ever were sung or said;For ye are living poems,And all the rest are dead.� ? Henry Wadsworth Longfellowtags: poetry 10 likes Like« previous 1 2 � 25 26 27 28 29 30 31 32 33 � 99 100 next »All Quotes | My Quotes | Add A Quote

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