A song rises up from the belly of my pastand rocks me in the bosom of buried memories.

There are two ways to dislike poetry: One is to dislike it; the other is to read Pope.

I sing the song of my heartstrings, alone in the eternal muteness, in the face of God.

Poetry is just so emo." he said. "Oh, the pain. The pain. It always rains. In my soul.

There's no retirement for an artist,its your way of living so theres no end to it.

For of all sad words of tongue or pen, the saddest are these: 'It might have been!

Don't you just love poetry that gives you a crinkly feeling up and down your back?

Through windows,in wishing wells,whispering in the wind...that's where I find you.

I never heard sound and thrill of my painful heart until that very day she touched it.

We have seen the best minds of our generation destroyed by boredom at poetry readings.

But now, you are twain, you are cloven apartFlesh of his flesh, but heart of my heart.

كل ذكرىهي حياة

One merit of poetry few persons will deny: it says more and in fewer words than prose.

When we lose these woods, we lose our soul. Not simply as individuals, but as a people.

Of the many forms that silence takes, the most memorable is the dry husk of the cicada.