Don’t you love the Oxford Dictionary? When I first read it, I thought it was a really really long poem about everything.
— David Bowie
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New friends may be poems but old friends are alphabets.
Don't forget the alphabets because you will need them to read the poems.
Every day we should hear at least one little song, read one good poem, see one exquisite picture, and, if possible, speak a few sensible words.
Listen with your heart, you will understand.
Love the earth and sun and animals, Despise riches, give alms to everyone that asks, Stand up for the stupid and crazy, Devote your income and labor to others... And your very flesh shall be a great poem.
You have to love dancing to stick to it.
It gives you nothing back, no manuscripts to store away, no paintings to show on walls and maybe hang in museums, no poems to be printed and sold, nothing but that fleeting moment when you feel alive. It is not for unsteady souls .
If I can stop one heart from breaking…” Emily Dickinson If I can stop one heart from breaking, I shall not live in vain; If I can ease one life the aching, Or cool one pain, Or help one fainting robin Unto his nest again, I shall not live in vain.
We cherish too, the Poppy red That grows on fields where valor led, It seems to signal to the skies That blood of heroes never dies.
I’d cut my soul into a million different pieces just to form a constellation to light your way home. I’d write love poems to the parts of yourself you can’t stand. I’d stand in the shadows of your heart and tell you I’m not afraid of your dark.
A good poem is a contribution to reality.
The world is never the same once a good poem has been added to it. A good poem helps to change the shape of the universe, helps to extend everyone's knowledge of himself and the world around him.
The dance is a poem of which each movement is a word.
It's possible, in a poem or short story, to write about commonplace things and objects using commonplace but precise language, and to endow those things—a chair, a window curtain, a fork, a stone, a woman's earring—with immense, even startling power.
You must understand the whole of life, not just one little part of it.
That is why you must read, that is why you must look at the skies, that is why you must sing and dance, and write poems, and suffer, and understand, for all that is life.
The figure a poem makes. It begins in delight and ends in wisdom... in a clarification of life - not necessarily a great clarification, such as sects and cults are founded on, but in a momentary stay against confusion.
Your eyelashes will write on my heart the poem that could never come from the pen of a poet.
I wanted a perfect ending. Now I've learned, the hard way, that some poems don't rhyme, and some stories don't have a clear beginning, middle and end.
When you read and understand a poem, comprehending its rich and formal meanings, then you master chaos a little.
See the mountains kiss high Heaven And the waves clasp one another;
No sister-flower would be forgiven If it disdained its brother; And the sunlight clasps the earth, And the moonbeams kiss the sea - What is all this sweet work worth If thou kiss not me?
I try to apply colors like words that shape poems, like notes that shape music.
They that love beyond the world cannot be separated by it. Death cannot kill what never dies.
One man loved the pilgrim soul in you, And loved the sorrows of your changing face.
It is with roses and locomotives (not to mention acrobats Spring electricity Coney Island the 4th of July the eyes of mice and Niagara Falls) that my poems are competing.
What I'm fighting for now in my work.
.. for an expression relevant to all manner of blacks, poems I could take into a tavern, into the street, into the halls of a housing project.
There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness, but of power.
Anyone with gumption and a sharp mind will take the measure of two things: what's said and what's done.
Only truthful hands write true poems.
I cannot see any basic difference between a handshake and a poem.
Eldorado (poem) - you seek for Eldorado!" "Eldorado" is a poem written by Edgar Allan Poe, first published in April 1849. The poem describes the journey of a "gallant knight"
Endymion (poem) - Endymion is a poem by John Keats first published in 1818 by Taylor and Hessey of Fleet Street in London. It begins with the line "A thing of beauty is
The Soldier (poem) - heaven. "The Soldier" is a poem written by Rupert Brooke. The poem is the fifth of a series of poems entitled 1914 and Other Poems. It is often contrasted
Mandalay (poem) - "Mandalay" is a poem by Rudyard Kipling, written and published in 1890, and first collected in Barrack-Room Ballads, and Other Verses in 1892. The poem is set
A Poem a Day - A Poem a Day (Korean: 시를 잊은 그대에게; RR: Sireul Ijeun Geudaeege; lit. You Who Forgot Poetry) is a 2018 medical South Korean television series starring Lee
The Highwayman (poem) - "The Highwayman" is a romantic ballad poem written by Alfred Noyes, first published in the August 1906 issue of Blackwood's Magazine, based in Edinburgh
Footprints (poem) - also known as "Footprints in the Sand," is a popular allegorical religious poem. It describes a person who sees two pairs of footprints in the sand, one
Mariana (poem) - "Mariana" is a poem by Alfred, Lord Tennyson, published in 1830. The poem follows a common theme in much of Tennyson's work—that of despondent isolation
Christabel (poem) - on the advice of William Wordsworth it was left out; the exclusion of the poem, coupled with his inability to finish it, left Coleridge in doubt about his
My dance is a sacred poem in which each movement is a word and whose every word is underlined by music. The temple in which I dance can be vague or faithfully reproduced, for I am the temple.
If you subtracted all of the great artists who never drank, who never went to excess, you wouldn't have any more art left. What kind of poem are you gonna get out of a glass of iced tea?
One will never again look at a birch tree, after the Robert Frost poem, in exactly the same way.
It has been an unchallengeable American doctrine that cranberry sauce, a pink goo with overtones of sugared tomatoes, is a delectable necessity of the Thanksgiving board and that turkey is uneatable without it.
I prefer the absurdity of writing poems to the absurdity of not writing poems.
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
A poem is never finished, only abandoned.
My paintings repeat a feeling about Lake Michigan, or water, or fields.
..it's more like a poem...and that's what I want to paint.