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Pure fasted faces draw unto this feast: God comes all sweetness to your Lenten lips.
Gerard Manley Hopkins, from "Easter Communion"
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Poetry is the sound of language organized in lines.
James Longenbach, The Art of the Poetic Line (Graywolf Press, 2008)
"… I fell in love the way you fall asleep: slowly, and then all at once.”
From The Fault in Our Stars, John Green
Because you are to me a song I must not sing you over-long.
Because you are to me a prayer I cannot say you everywhere.
Because you are to me a rose— You will not stay when summer goes.
"Passing Love", Langston Hughes
When I was one-and-twenty I heard a wise man say, "Give crowns and pounds and guineas But not your heart away; Give pearls away and rubies But keep your fancy free." But I was one-and-twenty, No use to talk to me.
When I was one-and-twenty I heard him say again, "The heart out of the bosom Was never given in vain; 'Tis paid with sighs a plenty And sold for endless rue." And I am two-and-twenty, And oh, 'tis true, 'tis true.
"When I Was One-And-Twenty", A. E. Housman
Whoso list to hunt, I know where is an hind, But as for me, alas, I may no more; The vain travail hath wearied me so sore, I am of them that farthest come behind. Yet may I by no means my wearied mind Draw from the deer, but as she fleeth afore Fainting I follow; I leave off therefore, Since in a net I seek to hold the wind. Who list her hunt, I put him out of doubt, As well as I, may spend his time in vain. And graven with diamonds in letters plain, There is written her fair neck round about, "Noli me tangere, for Caesar's I am, And wild for to hold, though I seem tame."
Sir Thomas Wyatt
I love you for what you are, but I love you yet more for what you are going to be. I love you not so much for your realities as for your ideals. I pray for your desires that they may be great, rather than for your satisfactions, which may be so hazardously little. You are going forward toward something great. I am on the way with you, and therefore I love you.
"I Love You", Carl Sandburg
If we must part, Then let it be like this; Not heart on heart, Nor with the useless anguish of a kiss; But touch mine hand and say: "Until tomorrow or some other day, If we must part."
Words are so weak When love hath been so strong: Let silence speak: "Life is a little while, and love is long; A time to sow and reap, And after harvest a long time to sleep, But words are weak."
"A Valediction", Ernest Dowson
Our two souls therefore, which are one, Though I must go, endure not yet A breach, but an expansion, Like gold to aery thinness beat.
If they be two, they are two so As stiff twin compasses are two, Thy soul the fixed foot, makes no show To move, but doth, if th'other do.
From "A Valediction: forbidding Mourning", John Donne
Always in the middle of our bloodiest battles you lay down your arms like flowering mines
to conqueror me home.
"Love, Maybe", Audre Lorde
When you are old and grey and full of sleep, And nodding by the fire, take down this book, And slowly read and dream of the soft look Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;
How many loved your moments of glad grace, And loved your beauty with love false or true, But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you, And loved the sorrows of your changing face;
And bending down beside the glowing bars Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled And paced upon the mountains overhead And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.
"When You Are Old", W. B. Yeats
She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes; Thus mellow'd to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
One shade the more, one ray the less, Had half impair'd the nameless grace Which waves in every raven tress, Or softly lightens o'er her face; Where thoughts serenely sweet express How pure, how dear their dwelling place.
And on that cheek, and o'er that brow, So soft, so calm, yet eloquent, The smiles that win, the tints that glow, But tell of days in goodness spent, A mind at peace with all below, A heart whose love is innocent!
"She Walks in Beauty", George Gordon, Lord Byron
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. I love thee to the level of every day's Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light. I love thee freely, as men strive for Right; I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise. I love thee with the passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith. I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With my lost saints—I love thee with the breath, Smiles, tears, of all my life!—and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death.
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Had we but world enough, and time, This coyness, Lady, were no crime. We would sit down and think which way To walk and pass our long love's day. Thou by the Indian Ganges' side Shouldst rubies find: I by the tide Of Humber would complain. I would Love you ten years before the Flood, And you should, if you please, refuse Till the conversion of the Jews.
From "To His Coy Mistress", Andrew Marvell
This heart is not a summer field, and yet… how dense love's foliage has grown.
Izumi Shikibu
World Poetry Day is an initiative of the United Nations Educational, Scientific, and Cultural Organization (UNESCO). It is a day to appreciate and support poets and poetry around the world. It is held on 21 March each year.
To celebrate, I chose these quotes by poets on poetry.
33 Quotes On Poetry
A poet is, before anything else, a person who is passionately in love with language. ~W. H. Auden
Poetry is nearer to vital truth than history. ~Plato
Poets are the sense, philosophers the intelligence of humanity. ~Samuel Beckett
Everything you invent is true: you can be sure of that. Poetry is a subject as precise as geometry. ~Julian Barnes
A poet’s work … to name the unnameable, to point at frauds, to take sides, start arguments, shape the world and stop it from going to sleep. ~Salman Rushdie
Poetry is a deal of joy and pain and wonder, with a dash of the dictionary. ~Khalil Gibran
What the world wants, what the world is waiting for, is not Modern Poetry or Classical Poetry or Neo-Classical Poetry — but Good Poetry. And the dreadful disreputable doubt, which stirs in my own sceptical mind, is doubt about whether it would really matter much what style a poet chose to write in, in any period, as long as he wrote Good poetry. ~G. K Chesterton
Always be a poet, even in prose. ~Charles Baudelaire
Poets are shameless with their experiences: they exploit them. ~Friedrich Nietzsche
A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. ~Robert Frost
You must have a certain amount of maturity to be a poet. Seldom do sixteen-year-olds know themselves well enough. ~Erica Jong
Poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings: it takes its origin from emotion recollected in tranquillity. ~William Wordsworth
Immature poets imitate; mature poets steal. ~T.S. Eliot
Writing free verse is like playing tennis with the net down. ~Robert Frost
Poetry cannot breathe in the scholar’s atmosphere. ~Henry David Thoreau
'Therefore' is a word the poet must not know. ~Andre Gide
Don’t write love poems when you’re in love. Write them when you’re not in love. ~Richard Hugo
Be brief, be buoyant, and be brilliant. ~Brander Matthews
I wish our clever young poets would remember my homely definitions of prose and poetry; that is prose; words in their best order; - poetry; the best words in the best order. ~Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Use no superfluous word, no adjective, which does not reveal something. Don’t use such an expression as ‘dim land of peace’. It dulls the image. It mixes an abstraction with the concrete. It comes from the writer’s not realising that the natural object is always the adequate symbol. Go in fear of abstractions. ~Ezra Pound
I consider myself a poet first and a musician second. I live like a poet and I’ll die like a poet. ~Bob Dylan
Poetry is what in a poem makes you laugh, cry, prickle, be silent, makes your toe nails twinkle, makes you want to do this or that or nothing, makes you know that you are alone in the unknown world, that your bliss and suffering is forever shared and forever all your own. ~Dylan Thomas
The poet is the priest of the invisible. ~Wallace Stevens
Poetry might be defined as the clear expression of mixed feelings. ~W.H. Auden
If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry. -Emily Dickinson
Modesty is a virtue not often found among poets, for almost every one of them thinks himself the greatest in the world. ~Miguel de Cervantes
Publishing a volume of verse is like dropping a rose-petal down the Grand Canyon and waiting for the echo. ~Don Marquis
Poets aren’t very useful. / Because they aren’t consumeful or very produceful. ~Ogden Nash
I believe that every English poet should read the English classics, master the rules of grammar before he attempts to bend or break them, travel abroad, experience the horrors of sordid passion, and - if he is lucky enough - know the love of an honest woman. ~Robert Graves
What makes you a poet is a gift for language, an ability to see into the heart of things, and an ability to deal with important unconscious material. When all these things come together, you’re a poet. But there isn’t one little gimmick that makes you a poet. There isn’t any formula for it. ~Erica Jong
One of my secret instructions to myself as a poet is: “Whatever you do, don’t be boring.” ~Anne Sexton
All bad poetry springs from genuine feeling. ~Oscar Wilde
Poetry is the rhythmical creation of beauty in words. ~Edgar Allan Poe
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by Amanda Patterson